With every mistake so quick most are,
take a look and know I'm far.....
far from running, far from walking,
farther from the frightening nightmares of truth....
in lives.. passed, in virtue.. wrath, in love.. hate,
in balance I weight...
evolved to decay, raped at the age, 2, 3, 4, 5,
the countdown, of counting-up your days 'til...
in a single moments second, your breath engaged,
held in place, know names have addresses...
the internet, the home, the passport, the phone,
text your denial, photo's are a dial, the misery of...
what is shown in the mirrored reflection of what is done,
shines back so brightly, that you have identified the horror for me.
The poison drips as Minds do sip the drink of only poured,
in not a crisis but simple abhorrence for every life you've torn.
Beware of the wicked thorn, that threads your every score,
to add the board, the leader of, you will not quit and I do not love.
In equal form the grant of born, express your faith in said,
as innocence has only pled, in past of what the future says.
The covert moves, of whom does chose, to speak exposing week,
I rise to Tell, you taught me well, the text does fit, like dressed to....
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