Logically Corrupt

When eyes laid upon gash and snip surely the eyes will never go on,

when told the tale the sinners raid that of the teller, now from no one they can nearly hear yeller,

arrisen arise my child, my speaker, for now I dub the, the deaf man seeker.

Now never heard, they can never speak, soon their fate they shall meet.

Crimsons, scarlets, violets all the grateful colors are quite neat.

With a fate never told, a fate so abrupt, it just goes to show, how logically we are corrupt.~