Blade Of Truth Poem by Poerty Dude

Blade Of Truth



Many sparkles in the sky,

white they are but yet a lie.

Trees with red and yellow vain,

or the blood of matter plain?

Know I of the facts of life that cut me like a knife,

the pain so real I know I feel yet false I’m given strife.

Fear not I do for though this be I live my life still free,

for if no matter than joy be my decoy to forget this fact to some degree.

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