LESSER EVILS

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Submitted Date 09/12/2022
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Lesser evils have sat on your throne

Those unworthy of inflicting such pain

For you relish in the way that we moan

If death is your game; success you attain

 

Quiet as a mouse, but brutal and sick

You have brought to earth a frigid hell

Death drags on, never is it quick

Freed is nobody from their cell

 

Bodies melt in the burning fire

Screams of the living are never heard

You feel like a God and rule your empire

The line between life & death becomes blurred

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