Light shed upon abomination.
Sacred seeds that wept
for unadulterated separation.
Classes formed of codes, unsparing.
Squandering the love - amazing -
what great lengths have come and gone
amid unheeded generations of abuse.
The love was there. They didn't care.
They shed it in an instance of disease.
Abnormally, still looking pleased,
they preached, "Accept it all."
But at what price they never tell.
The mall is the gist of their call.
Incendiary. Money spread like
wildfire through the herd, the crowd.
Within some crazy wish of power over all.
Seek the heights. Where flames arrive -
to light the way to hell's illumination...
? Michaelette ?
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