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Banquet At The Dark Knight's Castle

Banquet At The Dark Knight's Castle Your damned lies, cast for fickle fame Muffled cries 'tis but a game... Hold your false crown, bow at cloven feet In glee you drown innocence's defeat... Your beastly black, a cloak you wear Fairness you lack harm without care... Pound your sad drums, dance as dark knight Eat molded crumbs expand your blight... Your damned lies, cast for fickle fame Muffled cries 'tis but a game... Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2020 Rhyme, ( As The Waning Moon Sheds Its Golden Skin )

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Date: 3/1/2020 6:15:00 PM
Megalomaniacs live in their dark games; they are only out for number one, no matter how they insist they aren't; well penned honest write.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 3/4/2020 8:32:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Truth is some prefer darkness and their little games over that of honor and decency, imho. God bless..