The bucolic south crouched in pseudo repose
Suddenly silent peace was torn
A shot
Brick through window
Fractured justice, broken by the torpid north
Whose crass, sterile kiss
is suggestive of crimson substances
seeping from shadows

To chase such misanthropes, to follow
would be derogatory, not even brazen
To catch such anthropomorphic creatures,
swimming through the filth of sucked-dry souls,
spitting senseless diatribes at the heavens
they forgot they once shunned
would be risking the spread of their disease

Stay still, South, don't spring
The north will still suffer the sting

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