The Diablos Poem by Luukasz TimJesus

In our midst lies theIn our midst lies the
scoundrels
The ones we
see around us
Men and women of
unspeakable intentionunspeakable intentions
Fighting to sustain itsFighting to sustain its
ghoulish idiosyncrasieghoulish idiosyncrasies
Their heart; a viperous heart, faces of terroTheir heart; a viperous heart, faces of terror
Hundred and twenty lifeless bodiesHundred and twenty lifeless bodies
over there
Thousand souls and
two hundred falcons hertwo hundred falcons here
Savages with
death warrants
Ravaging with belligerent
carcasses
Their deeds; written on
our voices
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