Maleficent Condescension: Lost Tomb Hope I

Tragic equilibrium target aim,

     Practising death on unwitting protagonists, Surviving under a venomous arsenal of fierce, Perfect malignantly planned hatefully out for them, On inherited behalf of those resigned to rarely hopelessly creep out from the contours of an internally conflicted grey immoral A-Grade intolerant prejudicial dismay of wounds, Where tangents of vibrant ochre nearly blinding flames of rejection writhe over every willing emotion to grasp for acceptance.

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Festive Seasons