They

by NightPersonality   Aug 28, 2008


Their mouths nurture the lies,
Born of black souls and empty eyes.
Their rotting hearts never crack,
For you cannot break, what you lack.

They never scream from pain,
They never seek to gain.

They are what we hate most,
They are the parasite, of the host.

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