MANY MEN
The universe is naked.
You can’t afford to live
Without a conscience.
Men skin for power,
Forgetting they are less without honour.
As feral 🐅as they may be,
Delve into the thickest of nights,
Munching the success of the other.

In their secret chamber,🏛
Call for the purest of blood,
Not of the old, but the maiden.💃
Stories of deceit fill their mystery books.
Promising a life without an end,
Where death will have no name,
And pain will be for the lame.

Truth, they hate.
For the world must believe they gain.
Read their stories,
And they leave you feeling sorry.😌
If your life is in dissolution,
And the minute hand doesn’t seem to move,
Just take my ID,
And tweet 💻your life on my page.

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