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Beware the haunts of fiends, my kith,

The heat without rest, the nights without sleep,

The twisted trees that rot beneath,

Wherein the self-deceit, and peril ever creep,

Righteous the impingement that's so cold,

Trustworthy, for mendacity keeps to unfold,

Behold the alluring sham reflection,

The inevitable mishaps within its walls,

Fallacious is the eye of perception,

Forsaken by reason in lust she falls,

Abuse of malapropism prowls at hand,

But sighs sure indulge the stand.