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Book of 1 Spimothy 18:1

the Holy Prophets of Profit
approached the
evil
emperor's throne,
Knelt before him,
and Yodeled,

"kindest sir emperor,
we hath Brought Ye
the Finest
Tokens
of our Apkreciation -
Masterfully Seasoned
and Delivered
for Your Review.
May We Please
Address
Thine Subjects?"

the emperor leaned forward,
sharply squinting his eyes,
obviously straining his vision
to make out
the Gifts
that These Holy Men Brought him.

"if Yonder Men
are only Here
to Make Talk,
i frankly
Cannot Tell
the Difference between
Tokens of Season
and
Tokens of Treason,"
spake the emperor.

"Very Well,"
the Prophet with a Head of Fire replied.
"We shall Race these very Tokens
Quickly
to thine vault.
We know not the Length of Our Stay,
but Tokens We Will Pay."

The Prophet
Cunningly Minted
Many
Godawful Shitty Fake tokens,
Saving the
Genuine Seasoned Fly Tokens
for a Later Transaction -
One that would Honor Him Further.

In His Name,
we Deceive
the Antis,
Eternal.
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