and through her hollow lense I saw the world / not as reality bound for infinity / but as infidelity permanently unbound / out of darkness the tears froze / I stood there watching / I stood there being watched as the fires scorched the earth / a heart melted then and there / another year had passed / how many more to come / how many more before we had to say goodbye
I sought redemption for errors made, for
excessive application of truth foretold.
The hypocrisy of the slicing God, the dicing
God, the slithering worm across our barren
lands. The mortal tales of merry men seeking
their ultimate ends. Before them an unobtainable
truth, a questionable truth yet unspoken all
the same.
I sought redemption for errors made, for
lacking the courage of expression; in the now and
every life I ever had endured.
The burning cross high above, the embers of
children playing; their scars, left by those
unwanting and unloving, the bound and the
unreleased, the tokens we commonly denounce
as parents.
I sought redemption for errors made, I took the
stage and made my case, til death brought the
curtains down.
Wordsworth โ the value of words
taken out of context, taken out of
circulation, taken out by fools
carrying their precious red pens
in pockets of immaculate shirts,
circle the wrong, circle the guilty,
weild thy sword against their
better judgement,
weild the power of a single word
for the fallen few
for the -- unwritten
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