Broken promises by your blistered lips, is mine - Curse a breath from the rotten marrow boned inside your ribs - Expell the taste of the worm thorned thief - Wipe your mouth to inhale a set of relief - Vengeance seldom strikes with gravity, the force is measured by the smell in your cavities - Run along the path slipped with ice, the cold in my heart has passed the way twice - I have never fallen with the damned, the wicket also have a hour filled with same - I blame a world, secured by greed -
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