Garden Of Savages
A garden of savages, a land of men.The waste beyond is held within.
Clever, patients, always aware;
they stand alone yet aren’t there.
Wicked at heart. Beautiful to see.
They destroy all and leave nothing to be.
They can’t endure but won’t be killed.
Savage by nature. Sophisticated and skilled.
Lead by leashes they fashion themselves.
Driven by temptations so obscure.
Filthy to withstand, unnatural at best.
Still they survive still they test.
They create limits to eagerly break.
Given so much they only forsake.
A garden of savages. A waste of land.
A waste of time. We call them Men.
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