Incurable.
Who could ever learn to love a beast?
We are not the cure,
we are the disease
killing off whoever stands in our path,
undiagnosable, incurable.
Yes, we will take you down,
like traps laid in the forest.
Be careful where you step.
I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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