Other Flesh - Amoral

Certain to die and become an image of those deeds

No phase of acridity shall be excused

Retribution not contented until the urge takes control

For schemes will leash the future to come

Outrage refines

Posioned sympathy trapped between eyes

Lying under torture you would not hold longer

Instead of one’s strength it’s the other’s weakness

For that has become the trap of its bearer

Outrage refines

Cutting out all alikes

Out of order

Facing the acts

A mind reveals

The past a collapse

Determinate fury feeding a falsehood

Falsehood that is supposed to comfort

Outlines of a figure emotionally cold

Will feel in the extreme to assign the rest

Do not ease