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Ever so corrupted Is our society We need to lay hatred to bed Yet the others do not see I have become humanities scapegoat Its as if this earth is on mute Its arms around my throat
You see, the hood was red for a reason. The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless, no charm and no amount of begging would suffice. She carried other things in that basket of hers.
My father stumbles in Feet tripping over- Heel toe, heel toe At a quarter to 2 -Am, of course My mother is asleep in her bed