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Pushing
the limits of depravity
every sound
amplified by it's silence
Hunted
by the hounds of Hades
I ran
farther into darkness
I hide in times
long forgotten
Some days bad
others much worse
this verse
shan't be the last
nor first
a r m o u r
doesn't protect from
putrid souls
the stink of the unclean
the perverse . .
The obscene and their ideas
concocting propaganda
confusion
hysteria
a n d c o n f l i c t . .
truth awaits
for those brave enough
to seek it
and care not what is found
nor where it leads
beasts in our midst
disguised as sheep
lurking in the underbrush
planting seed
c u l t i v a t i n g d e c e p t i o n s
There's gotta be a heaven
cause this here is hell
W e G o n n a B u r n . !
© mingoáo
