"I weep upon the hearing, for death was the clearing.
Dilute the vow, the wretched soul has sow.
crane and ivies spreading to the trees, crusted bronze flakes blowing in it's wake.
Combined the roots etched in the lake, to only decipher the ancient quiver.
Crawling then filtrate it claimed no hate, revive the fallen engraved to their fate.
Authority by- passed, never lingering in it's gaze, executed vials to a jury that is unfazed.
Ashes and sulphur a mix now deadly, the scale weighing to much to carry.
Hidden and buried, no man shall hide, the truth only came through the heavy, demented tide."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
