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The Unforeseen Writhe
By Mooky Blaylock

The city of desperation falls beneath the feet of shallow will
Where will itself be tempted by devils, thus
leaving eyes of good blinded
and the heart smothered with the misconception of unjust

The temple of blame falls beneath the knees of desolation
Where shallow will, never gave room for thought, thus
lifting hand with finger raised
to a world who conspired alongside fate itself

The fated dice of Karma lay beneath the broken skin of providence
Which gave room for consternation and disbelief, thus
leaving a soul caged in gloom
and a heart shackled by the cumbersome path of malevolence

The End

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