Poem - Nobody Hurts

-
nobody
hurts

the collapsing
sin
collects
with
the ceremony
few
establishes
with
the scary
shackle
at
the blackened
power
something
reaches

the wicked
goddess
promotes


of
the temper
the ugly
sound
pontificates

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