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Degradation
The crumbling of humanity is developing. Burglary, deception, and hubris are ubiquitous. Money is being earned by cheating. These areas are known to be perilous. The vast majority of the cash is made in the wild. It's time to settle in the matured and infirm. Ravenous experts age their vigor after a while. Laborers are escaping devout neediness squirm. Frantic individuals have weakened. Fellowship has no kin, just sex bind unify. Keeping guardians is an idea antiquated. Notwithstanding savagery, humankind decay. The mutilation and murder of living persons, Assaulting, beating captives till they die or be deaf. They induce their casualties lives blackens. The cruelest rulers of the hells they bereft. Psyche attacking compassion and adoring. Time talks just nibble and severity. Wild evil presences masked as a sacred being. Blamelessness in the midst of a corrupt divinity. Virtue blurs to a deadly chase in the wind. No one realizes who prowls crimson vine. Is this acculturated? a pooled grind. Alert, my friends, inquire into thine. Written: September 9, 2021 This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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