Somewhat inspired by a lot of feelings I have for community. Another attempt at Iambic Pentameter. The rhymes I'm not sure about. lol

Wither the things that are beauty to all

Outlawed are those who hold hands in our hall

A deep fetish that is our kiss and hug

Neither are we flesh nor are we a rug

Corrupt is the flesh that is weak and pained

For we love one another in death ashamed

Gleem the wickedness of that stone cold stare

Make shame on those who do wholly pry care

No one seeks yet not one will touch the arms

Feeling many and some only think of the harms

For the flesh is but flesh when one breathes lust

A ghost that haunts the ones who will get shut

Silence is now upon the naked reject

Flesh she does not seek but only respect

Friendship and love intertwined in full peace

As friends inherit the earth amid seas

Those who are in anger shall kill and die

While friends will live and laugh as they survive