Isolated Crimes Of Passionate Lies.

From whence we come, from whence we came...
Knows not any failured mis-spent shame.
Who so-ever spins the web, regards all failed, b'neath darkened,
isolated tribes...
Many evil men describes many lies and deceites filtered through lies and unexscused bribes.
Greed a-plenty rains on man...
Enabling the greedy souls to scam while on the lam.
From whence we come, from whence we came...
Men not troubled of souls well wicked, proceeds unobstructed while
instilling self shame.
From whence we came, from whence we come...
Greed only amounts to the accumilated, dishonest, outcomed sum.

poem by Michael Gale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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