Now With Increasing Darkness O'erhead
Bleating at the rain, the despondent sheep
Their days and nights aching in blinded sleep;
Til masters, their dominated lives take
With true evil, which they never forsake,
For greed and lust demands taking it all-
Easily destroying the weak and small,
Bringing Death, leaving carcass bleached bones
Forever lost, sad echoes of their moans,
Knowing Time will erase...
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