Hark the diligent have sullied their worth
Festive beginnings spell treason
Fools correspond eith death
Arrogance has replaced poetry
The camera is understood
Violence gets marked
Rape pillages
Hatred files its hat
The doors to tomorrow are closed
Who hates irreality
Walking alone is scorned
The must haves want it all
Surfaces dwell in contempt
Evil has its noose
The right are wrong
He who cries gets baffled
But they who shout get heard
Strong minds fail today
The walk of the wicked sands the nation
We are right yet the tapestry of impurity seeds our name
Who can heal cavities so deep
Where will the ship get its bow
Fused is the relationship of our suffering
And scores of the hornets sting at will
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