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Charged with opinion and challenged by beauty, with
dominion over the sepulcher of skepticism, he totes the
scepter of incredulity and dotes upon the uncourtly and
envenomed suspicions in men, all for naught, except
what lurks in hopes to unearth some demonic plot,
cloaked in truth and forged from utter puffery.

A face with foreboding scowls, he stands watch,
with exploding howls, at the first sign of a scorched...