ironic it seems,
for all the accusations,
thou bring upon us,
like a mirror it reflects,
true colours within thy self.
truth in thy proclaims,
clear as the starry night sky,
for what it shall seems,
thou not know of however,
twas gloom as the forest fog.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
ironic it seems,
for all the accusations,
thou bring upon us,
like a mirror it reflects,
true colours within thy self.
truth in thy proclaims,
clear as the starry night sky,
for what it shall seems,
thou not know of however,
twas gloom as the forest fog.
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