Stok
Silver tongue oh silver tongue,
Devices for to bring what come.
The done in phrase
leads trembling waves
On airs of these uncertian ways.
So what then stays?
And who shall pay?
The interest of the metal says...
Soooooo
Is it but a ploy to plunder?
Words to pull the guards asunder?
Each phrase means to 'stablish hold?
Tempting silver into gold...
It makes this I behind the eyes
Scan the scene for traps and lies.
The lurid sense and weak disguise?
Or something more?
Of life and time...
They watch the tender hold of truth
Decay into the minds aloof.
And poof
Now look.
a sudden change of scope,
The deals and trends of folk a bloke..
A meaning laced with shallow joke.
So woke,
I was,
instead-
From bed...
And speaks again to you instead.
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