The PitA Poem by Prodigo
Infected man, what is your name?
All of us care so who is to blame? We see you suffer and watch you squal Your body is broken. What hunger you feel! Where is the good? Where has it gone? Fill the pit and fill it till dawn Fire then ashes, watch them burn! Watch infected man; it is your turn!
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Added on December 16, 2010Last Updated on December 16, 2010 AuthorProdigoVictoria, TXAboutBad art is tragically more beautiful than good art because it documents human failure. more..Writing
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