YOU ARE READING Messenger Poetry Late night babble, a trifle and nothing more. -Messenger I- 2.2K 39 18 by BlakeMcFarland by BlakeMcFarland Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Hearken unto thy words revealed. Most cunning art thou plight to anneal The bonds in which you hope to conceal A truth, If uttered would surely appeal To the gods in heaven, for which you kneel.
