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How is it stench arrived with you?

Is this your best intention?

How scattered all the blame chips fall.

In ranks, the kind dissention.


Swollen sorry’s bleed to long

There targets long forgotten

Overture to sad disgrace

Belief of soiled songs trodden



Her voices whisper quiet nuisance

Trying to beguile her

Setting her misfortune straight

Forlorn hope reminds her



Tattered scenes from childrens hearts

Lay bloodless scratched and ugly

The clouds that carry rainbow dust

Lay resting sad and lonely. 

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