ABUSE and Its Aftermath







The many deaths of abuse.

Seeds of death are swelling inside

Like the carcass of an animal

Left in the desert, tainted and rotting,

On the verge of exploding.

As destiny has willed,

Violently it bursts,

To be savagely preyed upon by unearthly scavengers.

They feast upon the flesh and blood;

And when finally glutted,

Move on, waiting surreptitiously for

The next victim of their ungodly world.



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