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No pity for the destitute
Of the land stained in blood
Left deserted to face futility
We must not dream of virtue
Us poisoned elite
We are void
Decry the willing
Decry the resolute
The desperate grasp releasing
In refusal to subsist
An endless aperture
Is the essence of their disposition
Obtuse at the surface
Pernicious in being
Cut through the superficial, cursory effusion
What is ignored in the present
Will be resurrected
The forsaken confront entropy
Alone, helpless, wandering toward demise
