Come To Broken Rhymes (Creative Computing)

Mercy project, Mercy symbol.
The broken rhymes from long ago.
I stare into a mirror, And see only sudden corruption.
Come to this life, the only single life.
The noose so tight The song grips tightly Tonight.
Morning echoes Calling for the children, The sun rises bright.
Little life stories are like scribbled notes, In this charred, charred land of ladies exposing underpants,
Whom also belonged to neither Spain or France.
As the day with the night calling for the damned, Who wish to merely cut leaves.
Farewell to the brig.
Instead we can form a community, Ignore the desire to forget, The conservatives that call themselves human, While keeping us from transcendence.
Beware the shadow At night.