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the beautiful is raped and then thrown away
the sacred is mocked
the
precious ransomed
the holy cursed
the private exposed
the hopeless are stepped on
the timid are tortured
dreams
are the ornaments
torn down after Christmas
reasons for trying
and excuses to give up
are blurred into one
the
secret and hidden
fearfully concealed on the side
are wrenched open
and violently corrupted with filth
your
target is proverbial
your finish is just a place
to rest your eyes on
who can blame a person for not understanding
clean
you
r mouth
clean your hands they're covered in
if you stopped talking you'd
here you are listening to
me
I'm ordinary
it's been proven that being a
it's easier to be like that
I felt
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