A moral poem written by Destruction
I dreamed I saw a basilisk
That basked upon a rocky shore
I looked upon the basilisk
With eyes of stone, I looked no more.
I dreamed I saw a cockatrice
Chewing on a piece of bone
I gazed upon the cockatrice
One cannot gaze with eyes of stone.
To look upon a basilisk
Is really never worth the risk
To gaze upon a cockatrice
Is permanent and nevernice.
For it can never be denied
Life isn’t pleasant, petrified.
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