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decency grovels on
in hidden hovels
head down, trembling
while the man rages on,
storming the walls
indifferent to all
calls for restraint
pushing, pulling, ripping apart
rules meant to sustain

preening in disdain
greedy for gain
laughing at pain

burn it down
blow it apart
bleed it for sport
roast it over fire
char it bitter and black
and serve it with ketchup,
wrapped in despair.

bon appétit.

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