Formless...say the formers
Of the law they represent
Needed be...and knowledge based
The construct....understood
Consent
Shift your gaze..to those.. we payed
Recognize...the draining
Twigs... of those who came before
No longer be....remaining
Abstaining
Dire...be the situation..
Not for one...but all
Sad it be..that mother bleeds
Yet...none can hear her call
Can you???
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2026 23:28
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