Conspirators for a den
of tygers in the snow was left
our clawprints
only to realize all sacrifice
is in vain for people
care for not.
In our eyes shone
as faces passed us by only
to recognize
the deepsated longing
for honesty where
lies bounced.
Beyond the wall
is glaring faces for a show
eating chips,
for soulless did become
for all the poisons
in hearths.
Did we do wrong
to reject the lies and live
to open it up
and let the vilenesss
flow out through
our mouth ?
For in the aires
it dissolves for after wrath
is an empty cup,
to seal it up is only for
in stillness rots,
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