Its night-time '
Cover for necro-mania, and other horrors, worked by epstein, deviation
From accountability; apperition like; I
Seem to see? In violence both near and
Far..into a mud, it seems is set the bar'
Most info, screams of only war, yet the
Shrieks were real, and i guess still are.?
From those sacrificial, innocent ones..I
Wonder? Who among us really sleeps now
Well.? And feels affected.' Yet time itself; has yet to tell? Tranches of info to
Light stay coy? The torrid tomes of pred o
Viles..Dear girls and boys' much abuse and
Slaughter.' Yet who wields the knife? Or guns? Or bombs..? How i curse this blight.'
Some light..I crave, yet darkness reigns..'
As ex-royals and current dignitaries, play table top
Games.'
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