Blinded
Do not shine that fickle light
Intent on bleaching the truth from honest hearts
The ruling class of life shall come forth from the shadows
Bringing with it an eternity of blindness.
And blind to truth shall we fumble through the trials of love and devotion,
And in this harsh cruel light we shall fail.
Copyright © Alice Woede | Year Posted 2012
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