Frost Covered Graves

Frost Covered Graves

A Poem by Immoral Epidemik
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A poem

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Frost covered graves greet the early morning light

They are all that remain after the fortnights fight

Civilization comes to a screeching halt

All at the hands of a working man's cult

Where we are and where we've been

All constitue to a simple sin

For it was in our blindest hour

That we corrupt absolute power

And the old who leech off our tit

Cause the young to take a hit

© 2015 Immoral Epidemik


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Added on November 1, 2015
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Immoral Epidemik
Immoral Epidemik

Bowmanville, Ontario, Canada



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