Bold
This desert of descent
the devil pay the rent
I've focused on the lost,
the murdered by intent!
The angels score embossed
the sacrifice repent,
while candles for the proving
should justify the meant?
As ages old, trusts merit
rely on goodness told,
the need for change doth limit
the leadership of scold!
Cry on, some ruthless landing
will emphasize, remold,
it's still the same demanding,
the sacrifice called bold!
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