Death of Compassion


Flawed with betrayal,
imperfect behind walls of judgement
Aiding the slow unseen death of compassion.
Giving attention to the shoulder in
which stands the devil.

Seductive whispers of emotional
crimes caused unto others.
Forcing the painful swallowing of
our alibis.
An inexistent remorse for the heart
in which torn apart.
With each passing generation our
minds become more unstable.

More tragically impaired by the
poison we ingest.
Finding ourselves in a possessed
state.
Returning to a primitive form.
In time causing the extinction of
love and sanity.
Destroying all that was intended.

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