Deadly

Deadly

Tell me of the howling of winds

That blow the bleakest black

Whisper of your darkest sins

God and I will hear of your slack

Whisper to me of cleverness

Of great deeds, of battles foretold

Don’t try to make it seem less

Clever or brave or bold

Remind me of your virility

Of women, of wine, of song

Don’t bother with humility

Tragic tales are often too long

Shout of your numerous possessions

Of which you only want more

These are private confessions

Not added to legend of lore

Adding substance to the world though

Would require much effort, a coup

Forgive the truly low blow

But that seems too much effort for you

The world must seem like an oyster

One that you wish to eat

You feel as though you’ve been cloistered

And lacking of anything sweet

Forgive my troubled verses

I see the ire in your eyes

Little effect have your curses

The truth will outweigh the lies.

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