Rules get deleted
Unholy communion initiated.
But let my due feet never
fail
And conscience a coat of mail
To shield me from feeling
diseases
When the influence of virtue
decreases.
The arms of pain are
outstretched
A whirling vortex of affliction
to repress.
The stench of decay
Erodes the reason to dismay.
Childhood imaginations
Suffer escalated contortions
And the consequences of lies
Slides a log over your eyes.
Akpan
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