Their

by Parrish Lantern
(Canterbury, England)



Soul searching saviours
seldom sing songs (Their)
morbid minds masterfully
memorizing moral malcontent
for future forums,
frenzied flatulent formulas.

Deified dictators defining
delphic desires demoniacally,
viciously vindicating vehemently ( Their)
corporate catechisms, categorically
condoning catastrophic carnage.

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