Knowledge never knew itself

So truth was prone to fail

The lies, disguise themselves


The depths of self deception

Know bounds

The depths of self reflection

No bounds

The air is reflected from our lungs

Our words fiery darts

Shoot to kill

Or press the heat near enough to sauter

To expunge, and to mend

No this cannot be a trend

Women… Men…

Rating each other

The scale degrades into raping each other

Each forcing upon the other

The heat consumes us all

Sunlight, hell, or the burn of our passion

What will you choose?

Who will run you?

The call… the call…

Living through this life

Everybody’s ears are attuned

Listening… always listening…

But when you hear it –

What will you do?


~The Wordsmith


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