Virgin Cuts

Forget the limiting regulations of older, clear cuts...



Net this Loss, We must...



And scale the severe impact...



No Degree of Improvements, still intact...



Reduce the years of the Loss within this Net...



This Forest of Loss, is the Highest We've met...



New losses forest their Expansions...



And deforest the Destruction within their Mansions...



Programmes planting Ambition in addition...



To unban the instituted cuts, within Our Hearts vision...




Eroding the Dew, and deepening the Incision...



Birthing the Erosion of every beginning...



Overly decreased, and converted unto a Lost use...



Let the cuts be adequately regenerated, in the harvested areas within...




Ensure to Law the Blade as required, and as a Kin...



Devastate the Environment of Our expensive Scabs, upon Our skin...



Clear cut the latter half, of Our 20 Centuries of Sin...



Do not leave Our wrists roadless...



Map them in the Source of Our pain, endless...



This Cultivation of Our Flesh, is Our food, and increase, and increases the population of Pain; Our test...



Size the extent, and size the Age of these Scars, as they Infest...



A regrowth of Virgin cuts; in such they do invest...



Integrated unto such a process...



Loyal subject, unto the varying degrees of the blade...



Lest...



Perhaps they chime true unto all their jests...



No protest...



I confess...



Perhaps I truly am, just a Royal mess...