Tuesday, December 4, 2012

In the corners

A spider weaves its web,
while whispers bounce around.
Its dark and dank,
While the corpses rot...

Someone spits,
Someone spews sperm,
A devil reads gospel,
While someone throws up...

A few meek people leave it to fate,
A few turn blind,
A few speak out,
And their soul is burnt..

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