Wicked hearts so vast and hollow

Heartless eyes set on the morrow

Greedy, grasping, never to miss

Hunger endless as an abyss


Twisting, turning, a tangled weave

Washed on beaches of filthy eve

Quiet whisperings tell a tale

Men driven by lust doomed to fail


A hundred-thousand whores, the beasts

Upon tarnished scraps they will feast

Those unneeded and cast aside

‘Tis I they come towards to confide…


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