Pressed beyond the point of perdition

Lively is a scene that cares.

Shredding pieces of timeless indifference

Splitting all, but tangled hairs.

Faceless now that time appears

Handing dolls to trolls for peace.

They don’t mind the sins that carve

Lesions left us precious crease.

Forces left us embers steal

Causing fires we didn’t create.

Staying within the lines we fed

Yet never wavering to be late.

Deleted hardly bent the truth

Lying was your core.

Next time you don’t need a wife

You’re a bitch, find a whore.

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