The writers hands have no shame
They murder every day
They break apart relationships
And laugh at their dismay
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They cry for their own beloveds
Created by their dearest hearts
Misunderstood are the author’s words
“Taken for granted, they should.”
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A look of worry. A look of doubt
The writer leaves trails of black
As their DNA through every touch
Their words etched in black
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Lead or pen
May it be font
However, regardless the essential
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Condemned shall we be
When our stories end
Because starting anew story
Is the start of the next crime scene.
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
