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Darkness bodes beneath the grim,
Where sadness grows from deep within.
Plague upon my heart must die,
Pungent the smell, I wrought where I lie.
To breathe my words are few and stale,
I look upon the world in fail.
Never ceasing the day when madness ends,
In all pursuit and seeks revenge.
We’re slowing down in days to come,
Where innocents found and lost in fun.
Escaping this in life we seed,
In greed we take, in lust we bleed.
Damned the world in this we’ve done,
A sadness provokes, we lean on our gun.
No worries now, the pain is through,
We reap the world with all we do.
By Michelle N. Vos