by M_e
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Hark! The Herald Nebari Sing
"No glory to the Mind Cleansing!"
Peace on Moya, and mercy mild,
Durka and Crichton reconciled.
Joyful, all ye Scapers, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' Delvian host proclaim,
"Chiana is snurching, Oh what a pain!"
Hark! the little Nebari sings,
"No glory to the Mind Cleansing!"
Chiana, by highest scaper adored:
My doesn't Rygel look bored?
Quick in crime behold her come,
Procuring all the favored ones.
Viewed in tights, the scaperhead sees;
Hail, th'snurchfull entity:
Pleased, is Nebari, with Hynerians to dwell,
Chiana, our thief does well!
Hark! the little Nebari sings,
"No glory to the Mind Cleansing!"
Hail! the white-skinned Princes of procuring!
Hail! she need no encouraging!
Light and life to all she brings,
Risen with fairies on her wings
Mild she plays her glory by,
Born to snurch the shirts of all,
Born to give all a ball.
Hark! the little Nebari sings,
"No glory to the Mind Cleansing!"
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