Morning Mayhem

Charming mourning upon my spine

this sunset

of violence does not seems to heal.



Their echoes of screaming inequality

falling on the pathetic twosome

composed by mayhem and instability.



Where did I get come?


Enter the world of loss

based for deadly hopes.


For scabbed whores of war

and illuminated nuns of lust.



Expose me insane through the vain

Do I deserve these fields of horny pain?



To the no one, to the strange

your incarcerated treats shall fail

upon the endless lost of human faiths.

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