House of Cards
House of cards, no agent can sell
Sulfuric regret all I smell
Laid flat with quiet violence
By one soft breath of pure silence
Building it shouldn't be so hard
The joke's on me with no discard
Loyalty my own worst penance
By one soft breath of pure silence
Was told triangles built strong things
But the most coveted are those rings
Stand them back up in defiance
By one soft breath of pure silence
Vows it seems, forgotten notion
My breath not soft, nor pure silence
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2024
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