Shrouded in beguiling adversity
The cloud of ones’ animosity
Encroaching all to break free
Its petrifying look at me
Starkly idealistically startling
The results are appalling,
Unprecedented…
Unprotected…
It’s a picturesque so gaping;
Hatefully, haphazardly ****ing
Tomorrows’ issue is a wee,
Banking you’d someday see
The realization of your inaccuracy;
The diminution of your currency.
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