The worst of
Displace of their distaste
Of denial to their face
I gouge out their senses
And burn their mortal fences
Their home is where their heart is
But their heart is void of hope
They feel the need of need
And are to stupid to cope
"Where will it end?" they say
And "why won't it start"?
They trash the beauty of design
But comfort, they're not willing to part
Nothing exists to fill their putrid need
But with nothing to condemn
They will plant a poison seed
They will nurture it with their schemes
And when they cut its root
They will laugh at its screams
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