Acid Lake

Crazed love child of the tip
From whose rotten corpse
Sulphuric acid flows
Spewing rusty liquid.

From punctured wounds
A scabrous puss seeps,
Wreaking silent retribution.

Laying waste as it too was wasted,
Redemption lies only
In the passing seasons,
Balm to violated waters.

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