The Circe we Need

Oh hello sir, nice meeting you,
Men of your bearings are quite few,
Please stay away, that’s blood not stew!
You’ll soon be part of the same brew.
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You see, a heart that’s always true,
Not affected by evil’s flu,
Not saddened in the days of blue,
Nor gladdened by a murder’s view,
Is what we need for this concoction,
We’ll sell it at Friday’s auction,
To orphans who seek adoption,
Safe life was never an option.
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Fear not! It’s not a mutant drink,
Nor for it do the werewolves sing,
It does its job before you blink,
Now ships will sail in seas of ink.
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So please sir before you supper,
Take a small minute to suffer,
You’d give your heart, were you tougher,
For Hecate’s sake sir! Don’t stutter!
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My cause is just and so are you,
Come ruin this globe, build it anew.