Each day a mournful pity
Life looks upon you with scorn
Hopes flee, visions elude
As your feeble breath is turn
Sick sinister thorns of beauty
The claws of the nondivine
Our right to breathe
Our right to bleed
Forever denied
What some seek
in the depths
of the unknown
Need not be sought so far
The truth of what we are
Each day of (Life)
a fevered circle...
We look upon the world-
We project our scorn...
Sick, sinister claws of darkness,
Strip our flesh to the bone...
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