White Robes Black Nights
Hypocrital as this may seem, amid no way shape or form do we
Condone sin and quite aware, of the devestating impact these sorrows
May impart upon another's life: dead zone mirrors waging war with themselves
Trench coat conspiracy revolving while raping, their childrens minds ? Poetic justice
In warped reality his gavel claims; high tide treason her founding fathers time's bench mark
Subdivisions, some will sell themselves for small desires and lose their dreams to rats....
Get caught in ticking traps ? Grab that squid with both hands and make a stash as nibbling
On your cheese please penthouse patriots appointed seeds; judicial flood gates ominus, of creeds.
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