delicated to the sector

[goodnitestar]

And to whose heart did the statutes fall
nearer to the distant calling
loud , clear
simple anger
simpler fear
tangled webs
mass distruction
were all coming to see its body
its frame we hold close
angled in our disception
ok to be a ghost
quiet and unseen
untill the day we finally yell our mission
breaking anxoius feilds
of histories foul permission to exceed
all the factoring figures
the injstice was clear
then > now
to whom will we become
to those we have already shown
our self righteous path
thinking that a idol of inquest
is a conquering meal
digesting bottles of hatred
with every five courses
another life uphealed

 

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Nice work.