6.To Baudelaire Sinful Extraordinaire
Chronicles of controversy like setting one's head upon a plate,
Of sexuality, of obscurity, condemned near convicted.
This painter of words, of modern gloom and death.
Whose evil fleurs marvel upon any shelf.
In all his hysteria cultivated with passion and terror.
He'd never have believed he reigns as a lyrical therapist;
No not ever.
For in his own words：-
God is the only being who in order to reign, does not even need
to exist
A contemporary counterpart to a raven aristocratic.
Who in his mind one day came a tapping,
As all his soul within him became of burning,
A longful yearning to have wrote these tales long before.
Tales that were a thought in his mind once and nothing more.
We are all born and marked evil, although goodness is always
the product of some art
Truesome words spoken from a dandy heart.
Hats off to you Monsieur Parisian dream!
Of a strange and awe-inspiring scene.
Away with you and his kingdom by the sea;
'T'was many and many a year ago in this kingdom by the sea
That we made toast to the death of lovers upon your balcony.
There are but three things worthy of respect. The priest, the
warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create.
You are all those things, above all rare.
Sinfully masterful extraordinaire.
Applause to you Charles Pierre Baudelaire.
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