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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] Wherever I place my eyes,
I see fraudulence and lies,
The ghoul of dishonesty,
Is moving in terminal velocity!
Rotten people with rancid hearts,
Are far and wide to pierce,
The nucleus of humanity,
Like virus to spread fatality.
Who will save us from being rotten?
We want no more hearts to be fallen!
Greed Is Flourishing
Hearts are rotting
with desires to the point
of maniacal avarice.
No cure is known
for virulent unchecked
acquisition.
.
Make a fist. Thrust
it to the skies and
scream loud objection
to humans with closed
hearts and cold care.
.
Cry, condemn, caterwaul
but know, there. Is no
cure.
.
~A~
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So beautiful
So beautiful my friend.