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Sonnet 2

A modern world where sinisters loomed

and innocents are cryptic that repose

A fraud genuine true color gloomed

and their pathetic kindness freely pose

A corruption to everybody's mind;

Also a disease to people's right.

Nation's unification that bind;

broken by war that darkened like the night.

Our denizen were plundered by the vile.

our chronicle with growing legacy;

where useful trash that wit pile;

ambition took and the heart was icy.

Their obnoxious shadows hide in the dark.

Thou blood travels in murky veins where mark.