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*Who Poetry Epp?*

It's a quarter past two
And honestly yours,
the angelic part of me appears to be due
Due in hue of the very clue needed to glue
To glue again to my shadows
Not again can your words get through into my marrows
For since the very day I met God
I ceased from being your dog
Or the very croak that's echoes your frog...
I have over and lover romanced death
Conquered every fear in my breath
Since the very day I met God
Not once nor twice have I rolled double six in dice
If you think it's easy
Remember, mercy is no friend to lices
In this grace,
I have grown far beyond your lies
In this race,
I have gone far beyond chicken and pies
Since the very day I met God
I have seen poetry in the fullness of its majesty
Of a Joy not void of tragedy
Of a beauty with full spec of modesty
For once
Please take a tour around Poetic dynasty
And if after you can ask me again
Who Poetry Epp
Then, I know you haven't met God
And neither does your sin deserve amnesty.

Once again, It's a quarter past two
This isn't about time,
but a reminder that this could be you too.