Prophetic seer's groan,
Pure urge of a peaceful vision clause trapped in the heart's of undeserving greedy men who stand as a beacon of apathy at the end of lethargy's dusty hateful rage penetrating nature's light with unkindness house of battle never won dread forever yet naught in a future of cries where inhumanity the only virtue of Avarice bride of the shallow unbelieving who reside above the moral trench wars.
In earnest anticipation of,
Friday, February 7, 2014
Malefic Condescension III
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
Labels: @Dubbler , #Followme , #HiveMind , #littlethings , #poetry , #Spokenword
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