* 'Trenches of Shame'
There she lays in the 'trenches of shame'
She's covered from head to toe as it flows
from her every pore.
The stag net muddy green puss filled river
runs beside her the constant smell of 'flith'
decaying flesh rotting inside her body.
All is 'dead' with in her already scared broken
body any 'hope' now lost.
Her surroundings have become polluted decaying
masses of rot where she is buried in the
'trenches of shame.'
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