Declination
Terse inert verse,
unnerving diction
of repetitious diabolic
deeds of man.
Malice borne of
selfishness, putrid
thoughts take own
center stage.
No revelation can
deviate the heinous
crimes that continue
to reincarnate.
Atrocious taste and
grievous faults shall
continue to multiply
expeditiously.
Declination of society
and man seems to
be inevitable, a
foregone conclusion.
26th June, 2012 (c)
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