The choir of the angels,Was splendid for their ears,
Them noble men smiled at integrity,
Then they saw a certain light that basked them in prosperity...
They danced with gusto,
To the rhythm of glee,
They washed their off vain,
They were high on euphoria...
The damsels had lined their eyes with seduction,
That led to infatuation of even them noble men,
Frolic was waited to unravel the night,
But the night was also engraved with style...
With the decrepit of time,
For the celebration that never seemed to end,
The gust of psychedelic wind,
Caught the eye of aesthetically luscious lips...
A bustle of emotions,
Amidst decieving mediocrity,
While I inhaled the air,
When I swayed to the halt of time...
The grimy gleam,
Lusts for the chocolate fountain,
Voluptuous women want a Popsicle,
Hunky men want to snort euphoria...
So as euphoria blended with the air,
A tide of emotions also blended with the skies,
There was some ruckus about the mediocrity of caramel,
Assilmilation created turmoil...
Then they saw a certain light,
Extra-terrestrial in nature,
Illuminated the sky,
Swayed to placid time...
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