Frost Covered GravesA Poem by Immoral EpidemikA poemFrost 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 Last Updated on November 1, 2015 AuthorImmoral EpidemikBowmanville, Ontario, CanadaAboutI'm the Immoral Ink Weaver slashing through my opposition with a metaphorical cleaver more..Writing
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