Written on a scented piece of paper,
Is the promise of deceiving symbols
That nobody can even decipher,
To what greatness or evil the ink falls?
Spoken by the sinful tongue of power:
"Every man, woman, child is Heaven's heir,"
But sinner brought hell instead, ev'l shower!
For every word was told with only air.
Written in the soul of the betrayed one,
Is cryful song by broken wings of hope;
Sweet lullaby, like from father to son,
Was hiding a nightmare beyond the scope.
Spoken is the regret of howling trust,
Screaming of defeat for the lieful root
Because the words were not vows since the past;
Defeated as believed the faded truth.
© 2019 Eyji Noblesmith