Darn these voices!
Detestable the furore,
a cacophony of accusatory voices.
Some region close to hell,
the fidelity of devices.
Come to seek a newer way,
place and time
no longer hold me,
covered in a sphagnum moss,
someone who couldn't care a toss..!!
Blown by only rage of hate,
collected by a vice of fate.
Wanted by the shrill and low,
tender once
again I holler,
scolded, bruised and threatened
someone felt my collar.
Law lost love it seemed,
you alone know
what that means...
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