How detesful an act can be fathomed; 
logic eluded
The concrete, poured with ill intent
Malice undulates beneath impulse

Tempted by incestous despoilment
Their very being expunged

Born into enslavement; 
Walled away from aid

Dictated from his lips to her pen; all lies

Abandoned is the notion of priveledge
Roving hope will cease

Congential [bad word] forth throuh years 
of woe

Fostered by torment, disfigured from a lifetime in one pose

They sleep as he departs each night
Retreating inward, defeated
Isolation decieves the town 
That knows them not

Gazing upon his face 
Without a second thought; 

They carry on
 [bad word]  accursed days listlessly fall down
Still; 
perverted thoughts, patriarchial crown

Behind their white lips they search for breath

No strength to cry
Their dreams serve only to torture them

No fodder from the outside

They sleep as he departs each night
Retreating inward, defeated
Isolation decieves the town 
That knows them not