≡ ROTTEN BITE
– Please stop to listen, henceforth to the heed.
Release, drop its struggling to attain the deed.
Bones, seemingly begin to amass in the closet.
Skins, joins in with the sins of the past deposit.
No longer ashamed… from ignorance to selfish.
(Why must?) – Boast and exploit to accomplish.
– Oh wretched arrogance; oh confounded heart.
The filthy state isolates the tilted off-track start.
Forsaken is The Land upon where blood treads.
For [nothing good] ponders these dread heads.
Forgotten ‘Free Mercy’, often to an empty truth.
– Little to no morality… breathes today’s youth.
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