What a joke, I hear you boke
it serves ryou right, sir, can I call you that?
your follies and and frolics, misguided? maybe – I think not
calculated and planned, by your own evil hand, you fall and beg for cover
not a thought, or beat, in your stone of a heart, who sir, can recover?
Clear it is, as clear as mud the tangled minds of many
strive as they may, to get through the day
One step, then another, a smile, a frown, some will fall down
the dirt, the mire, the bottomless pit of depravity, and desire
for all that you bring, and all that you are, sir,
uncompromising abomination for the day of your creation
vomit you must, the lies and mistrust
a penance to pay – on reckoning day
hearts will sing, when the toll rings and brings the beast to bare,
afraid? not? fear now, it’s all you’ve got, so cling with clenched fists
pray for your wits
praise too, the survivors, their baffling courage, never compromised!
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