A Florida man, finally found the wall of shame
The Seed of Hatred, seething in its pallor, tamed
As murmurs congeal knots in his throat by time.
Compelled to harvest the bitter fruits of his crimes.
False facades jut out from his attire, he's caught
Withering, his arrogance strikes a scornful smug
When the jailer's door slams shut in his face
He plunges into price of crime, finding its place.
Upon his countenance, a fractured decaying brood
A sign of a rotting façade of falsehood.
The spectacle of a once-bold gargoyle's arrogance,
Now reduced to a miserly and frail tarsier's glance.
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