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Receive back,in the end

Broom the clutter in thoughts proper
dirt covers and fleas hover and it smells
intentions are whisked with acid
acts laced with bad reason
asking in the nights dark and long
proudly harking how many are maimed and killed
scare set in innocents and fear raping them
scurrying for shelter helter skelter
as they are pinned and sinned
take count and do not let them mount
there would be day after the bend
when you would receive back,in the end.

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