Shattered glass remniscent of brokeness
Cutting through skin perfected for men
Tired souls, reaching far into reflective waters
Driven to death, hounded by the stench of blood..
Wasted lives, living in sin made mortal by Thou
Sacred shadows following in narrow paths
Deeply etched cravings for the lewd by the poverty driven
By murderous reasons they live
salivating on the threshold of evil and disguised
by gruesome subtlety of crimes..
Souls tortured as they dwell in slime and wickedness
crushed by the need to survive a night where owls stay
awake, hooting in the wake of the passers of nightwatchers
lewdly searching for scattered remnants of souls
cast off by the powerless whose dark robe resembles
the grim tale of the diseased...
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