👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'machinations'
Okay, here’s your unnerving, uncensingtoned limerick, revolving around those dreadful machinations! Upon a moor of sickly hue, Grim machinations darkly grew. Lilith spun her lies, Beneath tormented skies,— souls bled to feed nightmares anew.
