by Nelson Ye
Upon the weight of countless sins, resides
the strength of independence. Masked is he
that follows blindly. Torture is astride,
yet cannot strike. Not while he still doth see.
Evil atrocities do plague the world.
The folly of men carved a niche in time.
A creation as flawless as a pearl.
Cannot withstand society's cruel rhyme.
The knife's honed edge shall not be denied.
A Gaseous doom is disenfranchised.
The death of a holy star is descried.
Penetration of a network of lies.
Blasphemy, heresy and sacrilege next,
Then defilement of the sacrosanct text.
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