Succession evil of men,

In a circular motion, no boundaries,

deep dark temptation, they breath in,

that has gripped their souls zealously,

Toxic, disease in their blood.

 

Let it go,

No! Never they say,

It is exotic, securely binds our heart,

Fine wine so sweet, addictive, lustful,

Endless opportunities, immortality is our price,

We will die with it than let it go.

 

Corruption, wickedness, arrogance, impurity,

marks made like permanent tattoos,

In their cold, penetrable, human life,

The vice  of humanity,

dirt to be torn out of the skin.

 

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