The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Folded goes the scary lie

What all in all goes to the heart
He was guilty from the start
Lies did not take hold
No matter how great or how bold

The sticks of inhumanity have found their rest

Who would have thought we could walk with all the rest
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