A man of mystery to some.

A brittle hunchback to others.

What design makes a man such.

So as that his beauty is hidden

Within the societies simple shadows.

A simple man may walk for miles

Without one glance from others.

Yet the wasted must peel off

The straggling followers

With their boots of chaos.

They kill time with blades

Of brutal mercy as women shed

Clothes for a glimpse of kindness.

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