Remixed Poem

A murky passing missing the word fight
Awake on the right night
Getting ahead, laughing at those who're limping
Scaly Slithery God cat p+mping and hissing
Took a boat down to the docks and tried to pay by shrimping 

Kissing her plump cavern, up which the priests didn't swim
Rightfully refused to swim with priests who rom.
Just like behind bars when he avoided the gym.

Curves from the mind of Chern, Churning Brandos butter from the urn that held entropy's reversal squared
Priced his prison priests, whose mission was to make the mates scared.
Flipping the bit switch, he reckoned best to get back to God cat that rared.

Reviews

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Loved that third stanza the last two lines, powerful words there.
Deep, well written piece. I enjoyed this alot. I like your style so far.
Awesome!