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Monday, November 8, 2010

Veined Electric Hand

Night shroud
Pulled back
By lightening
Secrets revealed
By the veined
Electric hand

Startled eyes
Stare from
Their revelation
Anonymity lost
They attempt
To crawl back
Into their mystery

Zeus angered
Fires his thunderbolts
To destroy
The deceivers refuge
Lies stripped
Their souls
Stand naked

Skeletons dance
In the wind
Their bony appendages
Beckoning those
Who dared
To sing a liar’s song
To lie in the abode
Of the dead

Lightening and thunder
Shout a warning
To those who
Contemplate deceit
Lies have no
Hiding place


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