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Beneath the dank unearthed remains
A soulless crust of death decays,
As silent screams still ricochet
Across the land in shallow graves.
What wicked lies of man create
This genocidal seed of hate,
Perverting truth to infiltrate
The final purge of every race.
A soulless crust of death decays,
As silent screams still ricochet
Across the land in shallow graves.
What wicked lies of man create
This genocidal seed of hate,
Perverting truth to infiltrate
The final purge of every race.
Published 29th Sep 2019
Author's Note
Hell is truth seen too late - Thomas Hobbes.
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30th Sep 2019 9:41am
30th Sep 2019 12:16pm
Anonymous
- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
29th Sep 2019 2:34pm
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30th Sep 2019 9:48am
I've always had a strange fascination with dark places.
Thanks for your comments.
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Anonymous
- Edited 25th Oct 2022 6:45pm
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