We raise our cups to virtue,
Await our o'fair judgment,
That's rounding up the corner,
With an aroma s'sweet as Isaac.
To whom our fair maiden stutters?
Catching the eye of the fire.
They be tamed by that one liar,
Spitting at the gates,
Rusting as time is passing by.
Do you hear me out there?
As I await for my trial,
While seeing them all dead,
Having witnessed their end.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
