Off With Their Heads
I look into some people's faces,
And wonder what they see
All my flaws and deep disgraces
Shown outside of me?
Peace is just my sole intention-
To murder Troubles met
"Truth" is such an old invention
That white and black reflect
(Like shadows on a silhouette)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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