In Waves: the prison of
principles
Most time the truth will not
set a man free
It only imprisons him in
An inability to lie
To extricate himself from
those
Who assault with false
accusations
Like a tide one can choose to
contradict
The current for only so long
Before the undertow drags a
body into its ocean
Weight, barred and crumbling
Panting for an avenue to
prove
The validity of posture, but
There is no footing, only
liquid trip wires
To escape one must mutate
into that which besets him
Sacrifice the self worth
defending
The dilemma: praying to God
for salvation
Answers are nil; every ounce
of faith is tested
Pray and pray, the silence
kills
In modicums of every lunar
wax and wane
Those accustomed to taking
sides, do
Vagabond, no home, truth in
singular belief
The solstice stands the
eclipse up on the mast
In the sails of this darkness
wrapped
Tears stack alone to drown
this neck
To silence the only voice
that is left listening
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