Crown of Thoughts
That halo looks dangerous, Said the priest to the prophet
The prophet protested his claim:
Whereas danger is that of which leads to your coffin,
on this halo lives a tale that remains
You see halos are gifted to saints and not scholars
We honour what a person has arranged
For it’s deeds we consider, over talking and conference
Who knows what a person might claim?
The danger, my friend, lies in what a person might promise
Even broken promises, much the same
As people will try to adjust and bend logic
If they think they have a chance to attain
A piece and a parcel of something that’s honest
In an irony no-one can name
We all lie to gain truths, and we only will stop it
When we lie six-foot deep in our graves.
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