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Sensibility has me pinned down,stuck between sadness and happiness like a clown,swimming in madness as I drown,manipulative personalities clash of a man who skin is brown,speeches abrupt in roar yet without sound,war flood the very essence of many who are found,numerous people sustain loathing hatred that is bound, tied bodies ensue into a great mound,a stench lingers overhead,souring the living and dead,casting aside joy instead,poisons seethe into water wine and bread,faulty hearts await hopelessness and dread,devils intertwined beyond sight that are lead,bringing forth terror that can be said,devastated abominations cross into our world to be fed.
Let it be known that beauty is to be cared for loved by all never to be broken nor destroyed. Amen
