The Thing Called Corruption



No human disaster 

Gives up its true evil nature 

Till a more powerful thing that roars 

And truly do bite 

Match its potent spells.

 

Everyone sees the seed growing, 

Eye, limbs, brain forming 

But none is gallant 

To hack the monster while it is still an innocent baby-thing. 


Like the proverbial child of the beautiful spotted beast, 

It is nurtured

Left to live free amongst men

They hope it would die when the time comes,

Before them,

Yet it has outlived all who first beheld its birth.

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