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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Guilts Sanction Gaveled

Guilt's Sanction Gavel'ed

Beneath guilt-
lies a glow of purity;
wrapped in kilt.
Easy to unravel;
ayeh, hard to suction-
out like gravel.

I chose to trek-
the loners path,
within me woke-
desire inquiring,
if thy kingdom;
barricades firing.

So desire the enemy,
friendly fired,
and killed humility.
Resurrecting guilt;
the sanity in me-
which had been built;

To take me home-
where I belong,
in Purity's dome;
ayeh, it's too late,
at sacredness' cost-
The apple I ate

Rots in tragedy's fate,
and I await sanction...

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