I declare war
to all those
who mock
beauty
with their speckles
every day
a little crime
that smudges
the purest souls
'mock me now'
for tomorrow
you will feel
the grudges
as a mirror
of your unseen why
the load of heaven
seven times seven
on your wicked heads
and if your lucky
feel remorse
i'll endorse
you just perchance
with the force
of love.
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