A Empty Promise
They speak lies and deal in pain.
Ask for your confession .
Yet torment the week and insane.
Preaching to thoose who need hope.
A dealer in disguise.
So clever is his dope.
Hands apon the innocent rules without reason
lead to a perverts desire.
Fancy robes burn just as fast within hells fire.
A idea so good thought.
A tombstone left is a marker.
Trust in the father is what we were taught.
And old trunk and a empty promise
only take space.
The soul when broken.
Is just another empty damaged place.
Copyright © Ken Casey | Year Posted 2009
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