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Wild’s





            Inferno






            Written by Jack Yow Jun Lam








             Your prosperous dreams, those of apathy                                                                                                                                         Excuse me for treating you as a fool

             Shall be the flames that cremate your homeland                                                                                                                          One who can’t comprehend the full picture
             And yet you watch on with a mad man’s glee                                                                                                                                      I’ll be honest it’s most probably true


             In your eyes wealth and pride are your godsend                                                                                                                               In the end pyrite be your one scripture

             A disgusting amalgamate of greed                                                                                                                                              Disregarding all of the Wild’s wailings
             One who spares none, even the closest friend                                                                                                                                  To the naysayers let there be stricture


             You cretin who sow the end of days’ seed                                                                                                                              The creatures of the heavens lose their wings

             When will these foul hypocrites ever learn                                                                                                                            The creatures of the earth lose their freedom
             That their wants are different from what we need                                                                                                                      The creatures of the deep lose their dwellings


             In the bleak future devastations churn                                                                                                                              Know that you have a choice in your kingdom

             Yet you laugh upon your pale throne of gold                                                                                                                                  If you still have any human semblance
             Only caring for your own self-concern                                                                                                                                    Within your heart there is inborn wisdom


             The Wild beyond city lights shall turn cold                                                                                                                          Now stand twin doors; hardship or ignorance,

             As you blame all there is to blame but you                                                                                                                               Which path to choose; esse or negligence?
             Who wouldn’t see through your lies oh so bold







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