A Black And White Rhetoric
By vrsmulator
If Hope could wash a face in Fear And brighten to our thirst, If Truth were but an artless light And darkness was her church, If Love was shameful to sore need And Hate was to be nursed; Then, vain would be that treasured dram Abel's gift posed first, As Taste would be that only damned Flaunted by the Cursed. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 03:29 AM PST 0 • 4
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"If Hope could wash a face in Fear..."