Fourteen
Beggarly in relating to the mundane
Hiding the spits of utter hideousness
Waiting for the mind to wenden insane
Waiting for the raid of merciless
Before the demands of a degree of lunacy
Arrives at the fringe of wit
Hand a little fate of succour
Before what's glowing stops to lit
Perceive the damned and the damaged
Discern to what's been pour
Gaze to the ones who's been mismanaged
Glance to the blood and gore
Terrestrial in forsaken
Living in definite solitary
My oh my for the mistaken
Benevolence and hostility
With much vehemence gobbled up inside
Await for it to detonate
Own knowledge for what to abide
Cumulate the ones who reciprocate
- wolf
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