Taxes

I once visited a land ,
where likely perishable spirits were left in lengthy disrepair.
They bellowed for solace in their agony,
knowing all the while no one can hear them save the damned.

Entering this mire takes a toll upon one’s essence
But this taxation feeds many a more paltry sight.

Enter this mire of the damned
Walk among the bruised and cut
The torn
The deprecate
What you view may eliminate a portion of your soul
But so many of the forgotten may remember their divine purpose in life
Go save someone’s soul today