The lost paradise | The Evident

Oodles of oof birds

Began to remove the moulds

Mocking the mobsters of the world

They stratify the goody guards


Opalizing oomph of Sudan

That seethes with mirk

By the opacity of strategy

In the mobster’s spirk


The strangling death with morrow

That will bring the sorrow

On the jiggle of nausea mirth

That mince the misapprehend birth