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My Guilty Secret

Vengeance is mine sayeth the son of guilt and shame. Slay the beast of a thousand burdens, As he lays his final mark Upon your guilty heart. Did you find him, the one of innocence? Did you chain him, beat him, Make him your slave? Dress him up, Parade him around. Your guilty puppet on silver threads. Dead and gone, this hollow son. He won't hurt you anymore. Just take My hand. Please Yoni, just take My hand. ... I can find no peace Please don't leave me, I'll be good I can find no peace I swear I tried as best I could I can find no peace Embrace my heart and don't let go And when our time has truly come We'll join the One we will to Know

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/19/2009 7:37:00 PM
This is powerful and full of passion. I love your lines, well i love most of them, you just had a way with this one. nice job. i hope all is okay for you too. <3 BooBoo
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Date: 5/15/2009 7:47:00 PM
I believe there is internal conflict here. I like the mystery in this. Nice choice of words too. Nate
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Date: 5/14/2009 6:02:00 PM
words confusing, hard to make out the confession if there is one. john
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Date: 5/14/2009 8:33:00 AM
A beautiful write. Well done. So much passion spills out in your words, so much pain. Blessings to you. And, thank you for your kind comments on my writing. Smiles from Lolita
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Date: 5/13/2009 10:07:00 AM
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Date: 5/12/2009 7:17:00 PM
Another compelling and intriguing write from you, Yoni! The image of the "hollow son" as a "guilty puppet on silver threads" is amazing. Like the way you convey the hollowness inside by comparing it to the empty insides of a puppet. There is so much angst in this write; I hope things are OK for you. Love, Carolyn
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