Mystic shadows embracing her grayer veils
Blots of urban spasm staining the impeccable disdain
Of many an unprecedented atrocities
Devouring the race in name of civilization
And as it walks upon the water
Crimsoned by many an innocent's soul
Stench of redemption from freedom
HIS mirth a sordid contemplation of the nemesis
A skeleton draped in bark
Bearing scars of the malady that devours the earthly heaven
Beholding the pile of unwanted success
That engulfs the little boy's dreams
Ensnared in his own glass prison
He awaits the winter frost
To inter himself for a second life
In absentia of the "life"
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