Rain falls down. On love’s grave. No one mourns, hatred’s slave. No one cares she is gone. Since care is interred as well. Compassion mourns for her friend then falls in to join her in hell. Unkempt plot. Overrun. Thorns of hate. Shield the sun. What has become of our race? Nature inclined to disgrace. Embracing the blood lust of sin. We walk to our grave and dive in.
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