A horde of disparager,
wretched, arraigning in every way feasible.
Pregnable, couldn't find a way to camouflage,
deliberately throwing stones at me,
they were spliting their sides.
I was impuissant, falling in the trap
reagarded to be the remorseful,
How come a little girl perceives the truth ?
I was inspected, while their dirty hands were rotting,
Their cloths were snow white,
while they tore me down hurling into the sludge
to death, to fade, to be lost.



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