Hostile By Virus
The only love, known to unknown, my hate smite to the spirit reflected from ice - My number bounce off the roll, the blades which cuts the dots on a six sided dice - By the playground, fenced in with sorrow, the bees can tolerate what is seen, stung for a sting - The weight of men, measured by birth, again and again, ten into ten - Endless, never lifeless to present less to the lessor - The wealth of a planet, she was deceived, the cost is the multiplying of the host, Hostile by Virus - Humans are the greatest of thieves, what do we achieve - Sorrow in gold, oil which we war over and our souls which are sold
poem by Unic Cjonr
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