Soft whimpers hide in lips sealed.
Downcast; downtrodden.
Hounds often slip fields of
sight cast: laws past.
Falling asks spite fast.

Put down; crushed order;
Duty splints ego-slaughter.
Hounds reach; nothing more.
Mould settles, tainting core.
Single flower: left for rot.
Eye-blinds shut;
Front door locked.

Justice.
Mandate.
Backs which man made
stand full tax-weight.
Lapse of stacked hate;
subjects laid straight.
Wrecked souls. Ill fate.
Grace paved too late.
Absolved agnate.
Hounds, damned
play-mates.
Cell bars placate.
Hounds, cars,
aeroplanes;
All made irate.
Moved on;
bad faith.
Sickness;
self-hate.
Endless
hellscape.
Call out;
yell “Aid!”.
Search for
save-state.
What if
this rate,
feelings
engrave
chance to
escape?
Change this
game played.
All so they say:

Be spoken for, Hounds.


be spoken for, hounds







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