4 Arm - Poverty of Flesh

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A sentence with no reprieve
Masked in deficiency
Rate of morbidity
The pay off from industry
Impending fatality
Libelous litany
Lies that bind, betray and prey on mankind
The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society’s malignancy, is poverty…
The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society’s malignancy, is poverty of flesh
Serial atrophy
Controlled through calamity
An informal fallacy
Raid and de-civilize
Truth can be synthesized
When pain is idealized
Lies that bind, betray and prey on mankind
The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society’s malignancy, is poverty…
The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society’s malignancy, is poverty of flesh
Way of life, degenerates
Accelerate extremity, to profiteer
Faith resigned, exterminate
Absolute autocracy, instrumental apathy
Time grows cold, and must unfold
Sarcopenia, death extolled
Designed to disintegrate
Temporary remedy to domineer
Coincide, what kills, creates
Merciless contingency, terminal idolatry
Time grows cold, and must unfold
Sarcopenia, death extolled