How may one be so humble
When society paves the way
To a true disaster we fumble
And somebody must pay
What happened to good will?
Have Kings taken all away,
or have the people fallen ill
That none can pay respect and be gai
Of all the hatred what can stand,
as a beacon against the waves.
But perish oh humanity
whose dark and weary ways
Surely will end us all who stand
together. Joined. And good.
I may stand and look
upon my shame
shout to the world
They will know my name
Tis not power I want, nor strife
nor fame
But there comes a point where
One must stand and look upon
their shame.
Now at this point you tell this thing,
this awful thing
'I will take the blame'
And in this moment, you may begin trials of
forgiveness and gain...
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Parce-que Javrais Peur pt. 2
PoetryMy second part to a more Gothic styled piece in the confessions. All my work is public domain, please be respectful of this.