Let’s find them shall we?
Those pieces of spine,
Those fragments of mind,
Scattered memories,
Left behind.
Let’s tie them shall we?
I have but this twine,
This root of thyme,
The puzzles,
Of perpetuated crimes.
Let’s unite them shall we?
Here, use this vine,
Together tightly, bind,
Gather them,
Whatever you find.
Let burn them shall we?
Light the fire of time,
Kill off me, I, and mine,
Leave no trace,
No sign.
-W.E.
And she continues to be a stand up woman,
For you,She hides your sins,
She veils your evil,
She presents you on a pedestal to the world,
As a King,
She, your servant.
Blindly, all this time,
You fail to see she rules over you.
One turn of her glance away from you,
You’d be reduced to rubble,
Who would prop you up?
Nay, she is the Queen and you, but a slave.
-W.E.
