Let the plangent sound, like the drums of war, to adorn this parky 'morn, with an image, like a tromp-l'oeil, of the armageddon we face, lest we collaborate.
Alas for the paradise lost, for in the prelapsarian earth, we would be spared from playing second fiddle to haughty superiors, nodding at all their mumbo jumbo.
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