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Precariously Perched (first four lines are a warm up)

Excessively spacey
Incessant
Partially relevant
Especially
Racy elements
Invades with chains
Enslaves enclaves
Of maidens
Of brave men
Of sons of masons
Who sell
Well welded mazes
Whose daughter’s wash up their laces
In soap and water
Complacent fodder
For rape and slaughter
Staring toward glaring hate
At coffins
Comprising sights that will not abate
That they cannot escape
Thinking of it so often
That they are not unbothered
But rather blinded by the robber
Reminded of the lie that fate could offer
Binded in fear of protesting beyond
The yonder seeing
Fitful coughing human being
Whose voice is nearly speaking
Who’s severely heaving
Barely breathing
Precariously perched
On the precipice of leaving this earth
After their precious, fatally injured,
Infants have bled in the cradle of self worth.

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