bones of truth
rattle in the cupboard
and they make for
a most disconcerting
sound
like as if the conscience
of past foul deeds
are awakening
to be relived
again
they who hear the bones
being haunted throughout life
the rattling in the mind
that petrifying fife
no key keeps
them suppressed
ever they'll
wish to be heard
and the possession
of them
so unsettling
the beholders
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
bones of truth
rattle in the cupboard
and they make for
a most disconcerting
sound
like as if the conscience
of past foul deeds
are awakening
to be relived
again
they who hear the bones
being haunted throughout life
the rattling in the mind
that petrifying fife
no key keeps
them suppressed
ever they'll
wish to be heard
and the possession
of them
so unsettling
the beholders
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