Nulled
Giant Skulls Mogg
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Scones, a treat that I don't adore,
Taste just fine, yet I seek something more.
Their aroma, a fragrance I appreciate,
But the texture's off, a culinary debate.
In appearance, they're just okay,
A lukewarm enthusiasm in my buffet.
If they could talk and inflict a wound,
I'd resist their allure, stay unenthusiastically tuned.
Should their words be sweet, a tempting lore,
I'd ponder the possibility, consider once more.
If scones falter, a misstep on their part,
I'd shy away, from their culinary art.
For virtuous deeds, I'd contemplate,
A chance to reconcile, perhaps change fate.
In the realm of evil, a resolute stance,
No indulgence in scones' malevolent dance.
If goodness prevailed, a thoughtful reflection,
I might reconsider, a scone's affection.
In this dance of choices, where judgments flit,
Scones, a taste journey, but I remain a bit unlit.
Taste just fine, yet I seek something more.
Their aroma, a fragrance I appreciate,
But the texture's off, a culinary debate.
In appearance, they're just okay,
A lukewarm enthusiasm in my buffet.
If they could talk and inflict a wound,
I'd resist their allure, stay unenthusiastically tuned.
Should their words be sweet, a tempting lore,
I'd ponder the possibility, consider once more.
If scones falter, a misstep on their part,
I'd shy away, from their culinary art.
For virtuous deeds, I'd contemplate,
A chance to reconcile, perhaps change fate.
In the realm of evil, a resolute stance,
No indulgence in scones' malevolent dance.
If goodness prevailed, a thoughtful reflection,
I might reconsider, a scone's affection.
In this dance of choices, where judgments flit,
Scones, a taste journey, but I remain a bit unlit.
