On Painful Throne
We make plans, conspiracies
To capture, Lovers lies
we want a stand, seal proof
escape pricking tongues of youth
Lies, invincible dread
surly we all agree,
ten commandments
truth concede
in swallowed regions
we confirm
Most in love
we discern
making plans, then tear to shreds
innocent
Hopeful, bless
the soul, who dressed in stone
sets the truth
on painful throne
Copyright © Ezra Vancil | Year Posted 2005
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