2018-08-18

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In the house, the hearts are sold.

And the dogs bark -"the price ain't gold!"

The wolfs howl, while they munch on words,

'Meaningless' are their rightful swords

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They spit, then drink their obligations,

So you shouldn't believe those dear salvations,

Run away from the dogs lair,

They'll crunch you sore if you stay here.

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The old mutt, howls in the light of red...

And I should say it needs it's bed,

Yet it's stubborn, it won't fall,

It is his kingdom after all!

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Reason is pointless, as they repeat,

The same mistakes, so drag your feet!

Nothing will change, until the grave,

Those deadly holes are not for fame...

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Another female in the rear.

A fox, you say? Oh, you should fear!

The gold will satisfy her thirst,

But no one found it, and was first.

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This is how we decay here,

Waste our souls, as the time ticks near.

As worthless beings we will die,

But no one will care. Oh, should we cry?