The connection is both radical and imprecise,
The molten rock you would claim as advise.

 

If I cocked an ear to ingest this rhyme,
Of how you knew to commit this crime,
Surely a fool as hardy and wise,
Could easily surpass your transparent guise.

 

The wordage of your prophecy sits un-still,
No race or elation, no passion or thrill,
Perhaps your intention is damage limitation,
Not this time my learned friend, I beg to hasten.

 

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