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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses puissance in resistance aided by gear little toll was heavy like a hammer of God. Sins overgrew like wild moss the citylines many had looted gravely many others of toe to hairs yet others had ditched several in rat holes of despair raped with fierceness so brute that victim felt killed for years purloined so skillfully, that heist remained unknown to official years killed and tilled the intestines of many they were lying in river bed fanny earning dough was a zero sum game they erased yours and put their name living on the margin like a zombie dead did you have the courage left that you always had. Cycle had moved a round and done turnabout earth shook and took all it could get nature was shaking the societal glass where scum had gathered thick at bottom as it threatened to have the pure also pretty rotten quaking in anger and seeth the plates moved and moved the evil empires were down and razed, seeking insurance claims they had to build again the regimes ,ugly and bad good guys got a deal out of destruction and death as they went about collecting the carcasses of all You heard them mumble in bated breath toll: Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses puissance in resistance aided by gear little toll was heavy like a hammer of God. TV channel shutter bags clicked mad......the quake tragedy ..nobody bothered to check the social and criminal background of those dead....vis a vis their real activities-which were largely unknown ,anyways!
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