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Cement and concrete made good pyramids
The joints were perfect plug of souls divine
They cleave to clause a labour law that bids
Your slaves are proven less involved you pine
Acrylic seal spares statues stuck on skids
The rake of rain as planets past align
A porous lime of wellworn slime it rids
Youd rather paint lead layers thick eight or nine
In sum apart the parasite calls quits
As wasp wakes from the corpse of butterfly
A sun moth sunsoaked on a sill still sits
Its wings are folded vertical held high
If history revised succeeds the old
Its forged to take in further notes that fold
Chorus old antique primeval