Poisioned realms,
serrated blades of toxic death.
Knives butcher the souls of the dammed.
Secret plots ravage the mind of betrayed,
and the plight of the oppressed is infinite.
Serious pain. Serious loss. Serious regret. Serious cost
Too late for kind words,
the barb is in my heart and im dying.
Curse the foul world that spawned such vile lessons.
chaotic strain of humanity
feeding on the rictus of our population.
Ugly stains you can't ignore,
like a mildewed piece of life.
Slowly erroding morals and logic.
Deadly culture. Deadly clash. Deadly future. Distant past.
Screams in the night, alone and in pain.
Echo through the halls of my mind.
pounding in my skull, the ever waiting cry of the abandonded.
those who cannot fight for themselves.
The innocent need strength,
the meek need a voice,
the downtrodden need a hero.
Only that will cleanse the pollution of our species
or we will find that death and extinction
are our only friends.
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