Sleeps
Cruelty - thy manner strains,
but with it, still invokes the salt,
while bloody more, the soil remains
as basking hope, do but assault!
Do feel your motive faults the fault,
explains deterrent, not consult -
why struggle, if thy methods vault
ne'er meaning, but all else result!
Oh cruelty leads, as manhood cults,
but there to mention - serve insult!
Oh man, thy numbers mate the day -
while justice sleeps alone ...some way!
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