Guilt Poem by soren Barrett
Guilt
To entice then dice balances justice's scale
The price of vice is the force of the gale
deluge harried muddy waters tarried, honor to bail
Bones buried now carried tell the tale
Peaks of accomplishment built now spilt majesty deform
Guilt is the silt washed down from the storm
Broken bits of grit now sits, from green mountains torn
Until rain quits and permits new growth to be born
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