| Re: New Poetry Thread
Trust not the one who would tell you what they intend to do for your well-being.
With a bright and smiling face, they shake your hand as daggers swim beneath the mask
They will stand before you and make promises while being behind you all the while
No hesitation, no mercy will they give you when it comes time to drive the knife home
Your blood shall fill their coffers, your soul shall fuel their infernal engine
The lies they bind you with will trap you forever unless you seek the truth
Only by tearing the mask from their face will you find freedom from their chains
Actions will deafen the wicked and drown out deception with muted savagery
A silent soul who acts nobly is better than a soul who only speaks of noble actions
Trust not the one who gives only with their tongue but takes with both hands |