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My spirit is injured

by the lies

By the constant

negativity

Hounded by dogs

who know nothing but hunger

Their souls devoid

of the satiation of the spirit

Their malignancy knows no bounds,

their hearts black as coal,

Depraved,

sick,

infected with the virus

I am harassed

by the pollution they put out,

I can smell their stench

from a mile away

I feel it in the air,

the darkness,

The grey clouds in the sky,

an evil world,

full of pollution