Your twisted eyes are blind to lies,
their anguished tears a shroud
across the truth you seek with acid vim.
You look at me as if you see
a demon's wicked grin,
when all I am is comfort for your mind.
Authority is not for me
in conscience to dispense,
and hence I plead; please analyse your need
to demonstrate this vicious hate.
Please take a breath, my dear
and ask yourself, before that breath expires:
Is what you see so fervently
an aspect of the world,
or just a ghost's emancipated dreams?
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Author Notes
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Not based on reality, just a thought :-). I hope you enjoyed the read.
Mike
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