Other Flesh
Certain to die and become an image of those deeds*
No phase of acridity shall be excused
Retribution not contented until the urge takes control
For schemes will leash the future to come
Outrage refines
Posioned sympathy trapped between eyes
Lying under torture you would not hold longer
Instead of one's strength it's the other's weakness
For that has become the trap of its bearer
Outrage refines
Cutting out all alikes
Out of order
Facing the acts
A mind reveals
The past a collapse
Determinate fury feeding a falsehood
Falsehood that is supposed to comfort
Outlines of a figure emotionally cold
Will feel in the extreme to assign the rest
Do not ease