Title: Carnage
Inspiration: The Conspirator
I am bruised ugly, with disgust.
Our raw corruption breeds.. spreading.
Rotting the morals we bare.
Striking, we fought but soon everything cracks inward.
Breaking we fall of the inhumane.
Carnage, we collapse but.
"Salvation is suffering.
Awakening in the wreckage. "
Author’s Notes: Thank you to whom ever is reading this! Goodbye dear writers, readers, and therefore fans!
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{A Poetics Collective}-Mini/Short Poetry-Ranged in themes.
PoetryThis is new found to me but wonderful.So that is what these poems will be, the little special ones. Some of them will come from my background poetry that I write randomly but happily. Thanks for reading this and I hope you are amused and this will b...
