A wall to fabricated wall
existence is not an
existence at all,
especially as it chugs
down a wonky
calibration of unnecessary
death designed to
free the wealthy
of unwanted weight
in a failed effort
to sterilise the surface
of their collective
perversions.
Globbed on layers
of fear will never prevail
in the pasty inorganic
smile they try to smear
on our face.
©cmd 2021 [aka o.monger]
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