A Cynic Rises
By sidewinder
Hail, hail great goddess, Forgive me for trespassing against those who have hurt my heart, Two wrongs do not make a right, Still... I reserve the right to reclaim my soul, Perhaps in the future a forgiveness can be celebrated, But for now a betrayal is felt, And truth has been forgotten? Why? What lesson has been founded? Shadows rise past the first moon and the cynic rises within me. Sept. 12, 1997 Written December 24th, 2001 © on Jun 03 2002 09:41 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • angst
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"Hail, hail..."