I struggle to nurture each babe with the most corrupted of nooks.
seeds of hostility and angst straight from psychology books
planted in blank canvases who carry out more my flaws than my vision,
but I blame it on social media and those that they look up to.
Its a slimey slope raising your incarnates
to avoid carnage, when only provided a false garnish of truth.
I can't channel my sparcely forested youth to guard them,
since I too was poorly fostered, forced to fight in a guantlet or two.
I pray they see my intention through the cracked walls of a brute,
born where emotion gets you killed, and no one awards the astute.
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Ahem.
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