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Scattered beneath the shutter is a shattered soul
It mutters not to give up the butter(the smeared facade)
‘ve got to be smarter, to show you it never matters
Every tutter eventually gets fatter
‘ll titter just to make you teeter
Coz to go yonder, you’ve gotta ponder.
What makes them patter?
The desire to see a latter on their platter.
Behold a crater and its creator
By the illuminator, that cunning predator.
@Daabris