Hardship Repletion

Members dismember disciples

Who refuse not to refute

Fixture in the psuedo-conscience

Pools of vagrant thought, the root

Fragrance of things dissolute



In the air a smell repugnant

Smelling of a foul mind

Trickling like thick molasses

Moving slowly down the lne

Unsightly things made worse with time



Things like poverse masochists

Subjugated beyond reproach

Proud of these accomplishments

Wear them like an heirloom brooch

Show what your history's poached



Trapping skins and selling furs

Rid them of pesky self-worth

Spook them to perpetual fear

Bid them experience rebirth

Dig their own graves in the earth



In digging graves and dying deaths

Dignity lost and found regret

Happiness left and anger entered

Mania solidified and reason splintered

Positive leaves

Negative reaves

Hope upheaves

And honesty repreives

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Somewhat strict meter... Depends on how you pronounce the words... Most lines have 7 syllables...

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