with torches

again, knowing
through the
pent
hate

At the window
through the glass
the pack

To whom the
hateful
joy
against the
Strange
grows

in their
cesspool of vice
screaming
with torches
the rounds
rotate

At night
the non
willed
the House
the abode
together with the
regulatory power
who is watching
to mutiny
People too
kill and
Destroying life