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Wręc

Roiling, thick black tar
Stews and bubbles,
Its bitter taste cloying
And flavoring the last days.

The crone of condemnation
Plots with the ogre of outrage.
Now the once-elusive victory
Falls within their gnarled reach.

The tender heir of bliss and
Delight is the target of their
Design and savage glee.
And I allow it.

The glumps of mucid poison
Pour forth, leaching and stifling.
The light muddies and
My air extinguishes.

The murk of apathy,  
Leaves me entombed,
Still and cold. What matter
That end or this?
Written by Atakti
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