For what do we seek solace, the reverie of peace, When we dote on latent words that stem from cryptic speech, Have we not a mind, a soul of our own, For what do we harvest, grant another its control Have we not a face, an individual of taste For what do we affiliate, concede and fabricate For whom do we cherish, regard till demise When the familial cords that we treasure, encase the devil in disguise.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 09:33:24 +0000
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