"Let's come inside further young man,
I have novelties you have not seen..."
Only Seven but wary of
Intellectually disabled
Persons in a village called home;
A crazy-delicate balance
Guarding fair against the options
Of impurities - Predicting
The powers impressed on mothers
And sons once firmly snapped in place.
Willful, gleeful slaughter travels
Within markets of perverse thought;
A faultless piece of old scripture
Hung blurry behind frozen smiles,
"Home Sweet Home" safely under foot:
Powers play at the world of minds,
Plied by peddling practices;
A pathos poorly purported,
Preferred -- Praised as palatable,
Placing pallid purpose in pride.
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