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Panting Dionysis gets his head scratched.
Unagreeable appetites for gems unforeseeable,
Distasteful, unappeasable hate towards Earth as she is.
Raging bulls boxing riddled strings of words so meaningless,
Missing structures deconstructing into mass hypocrisies.
Living free-versed Dionysus, sipping wine when throat goes dry,
Quite the problem, for any thinking mind requires some Apollo!
The change-maker, the remover of walls;
The spirit that sets the mice into designed mazes—
Leading them to salvation after an arduous journey.
The hands that grasp at illusions to pull them to this realm
Direct Dionysus towards banana bliss, while watching over him.
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