They live
They Die
What’s another fly off the wall?
Purgatory
Crammed with harlots, beggars and scum
Supplementary people
Harlot Mary sold herself
for a dollar fifty
lost her feminine blush
The dainty flounce, so god-given
A remembrance
When
Eyes, stroke upon her grace
None meet her eyes
She feels
Their disgust
As they discern
Her shame
Her drunk father
Grotesquely chomps
Her years
Her mother
Watches
Absent of the world’s reach
Upon her final trial
She spoke her story
God, undecided
Wondered, if this
Be an exception
Lawyers,
Claimed her deceitful
Politicians,
Claimed her polluted
Devils,
Claimed her a traitor
Smiling
The outburst of hypocrisy
Superiors, willingly shared
Gave him
no option
liberated,
from the hate
from purgatory
from the world
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