Epitaph
Please let my essence fumigate
And may my passion fascinate
Under this stone I liberate
Of hopes and dreams to integrate.
My song, my tears, they consecrate
A curse to all that denigrate
My oath tells truth to explicate
For unknown evils procreate.
To God, myself, I immolate
As there’s no ways to mitigate
This hole, I lie, you decorate
My spirit hopes to incarnate.
Copyright © Tamara Hopkins | Year Posted 2018
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