Sat, 09/07/2013 - 03:47 -- Prosody

O' Vile heart, and sour soul. 
Bringer of tears, over flowing bowls.
Dry face, empty space, 
within depths, foul disgrace.
Burning flesh, perilous death,
hollow expressions, humanities best.
Disgusting, combusting with anger and hate,
Obfuscating, humiliating, and can't escape.
Destroy completely, and eradicate.
Rancid fruit, in heaven you have no place.

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