Humans have no guile – No shit 


I speak truth
Torment life with my pen
In follies that cling with my soul
Lies that have blinded my spirit
I speak obscenities
That surely grow
Fester like oblique wounds
Injuries upon salt, a most tantalizing thought
I speak death to your madness
Bringing penance into the hallowed halls
The halls that harbour our Godship
The halls of pain and reward
I speak everything
In obscure ways of succinct language
I speak all, crazy poet that I am
We speak all, false things, choose your hide

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