I want to obfuscate 
 this population
 that provokes my oblongata
Pommel the dominatrix 
 the host of the bawdy brothel
With solemn face 
KNOWLEDGE states 
Gotham's MOST toxic problem  
I tolerate, exonerate
The ghosts and goblins 
in Arkham

No mass-produced capsule in
    a bottle to swallow
No masterclass guru
    or model to follow
No magic or hoodoo
    or cauldron of broth
No, 
the stack of the 
wrath accrued 
gets toppled 
    by God's Hope

So, all of the agonizing 
Over past pathological lying
And bragging metastasizes
in passions being 
sadly silenced

Dragons get 
packed in a labyrinth
And can't abandon 
confinement 

The advantage over 
  animatrons
The Lion that 
I confide in

Now, any fixation 
over fixing a sin
It's faded 
I slipped away 
at 6 AM. 

The inner inclination
To give in to an imp 
It's belated
This kid's are 
safe in Him, 
AMEN!