Faith where can I find you?
You appeal to my Eyes
I see you Peeking Through me.
The Goblin is waiting.
What can be done?
What is the Fate
of the Hopeless by Design
who Profess and then Digress
without Conscience, permit
violence and Abet it.
Goodness, no wonder
you are only Pretending
to entertain this Crowd
of malcreídos, Self-Idols
are Heroes? Truths
of Similar Fragrance,
euphemisms 911.
I need some Air.
I begin again.
Oxygen
02
Original
Oedith
Overcomes
Oppression
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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