Avariciously

The poison of avaricious Tell Lies
noxious ingredients without a flame.

Against it emerging is a Dreamer
She who notches-up super merciful
He aims extraordinarily at Walls.
That have no sensory of the hunger.

They don't cry for all miserable people.
They are inert replicas of false Truth
There is something roboticc certainly
Becoming a shell's not EZ but hurts.

First it rides haywire over the dawns
Never cceasing to put out the Ice Lights.
They sear with frigid monochromonous
Every color the same without difference.