austin ohc

The White Wall

No scars the white wall bore.
Too flatly white, flawless it seemed.
Drawn to it, he approached closer.
Entranced but jealous, filled with evil,
Wanting to ruin its pureness,
He stretched his unclean hands.
Soon stained and smeared with the dirt
the wall appeared dark, no more white
but spotted. The cursed wall turned black.

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