***... An unknown crime towards those, the same
yet none would ever know his name
But once they might have called him brother
so soon he goes to end another
A life, a faith, so pure of heart
was poisoned, dearly, from the start
So truth, it seems, one cannot trust
when those most close hold secret lust
He bade them well, those wives and sons
now soiled, dark, the world soon shuns
He smiled, pleased on death’s behalf
and let go one deep, cold laugh***
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
***... An unknown crime towards those, the same
yet none would ever know his name
But once they might have called him brother
so soon he goes to end another
A life, a faith, so pure of heart
was poisoned, dearly, from the start
So truth, it seems, one cannot trust
when those most close hold secret lust
He bade them well, those wives and sons
now soiled, dark, the world soon shuns
He smiled, pleased on death’s behalf
and let go one deep, cold laugh***
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