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And the Band Played On....Part Ii
As the perpetrator carries on; spurnfully, within its twisted jealousies and hates Perversions poured, upon the gentle and the meeks, once, purified dreams.... Welcome to the reality, of the blind, and self deceived!? Waiting for their own turns, perhaps, to be left alone, someday themselves Upon that blood drenched, and empty street Crying for help; while subjugated, amid their own unheard or answered pleas As eternity seeps from their veins, the now, you shall reap what you sowed.... No heroes or hearts of true love; willing to fight, and lay down their own lives, for anothers, lost? Instead, they cowered and hid, and indirectly, shamelessly condoned! With blue blank eyes, watching, the tearing apart, of their own Karma~waiting in the wings, of the hollowed corners, which they themselves, chose? The irony of there pathetic excuses; upon which, they may someday choke.... Closing the glass perhaps; these enigmas; before the winter, of their forever cold? Disgraceful and mortified dens, aloft: wherein they now wait For the arrival of the wolves in sheeps clothing, whom led them there As they crumbled and fell; succumbing, to these poisoned purpled fangs Of this lion within their mist; the ruler; which devoured their precious souls?! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As, the band played on....
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