The Golden Moon,
No longer
Will it make
Its hopeful
Light,
Shine gladly
And less darken,
The unhopeful
Night,
For human sins,
So deeply
Are provoking
Bloody plight
It seems,
Total derangement
Has become,
A way of life!
As governments
And Scum,
Do nothing
To alleviate
The righteous
Peoples'
Plight!
Man in his folly
Has become,
Worse than
A beast.
That obeys
None!
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