If truth be spoken and lies erased
Life forsaken, spirit raised.
Then ponder me for just a mo,
Let’s sit and watch the peacock show.
And when all is done, left alone,
Sat upon your empty throne,
I ponder then do they know,
Who will love you when they go.
For carry then their tainted mind
Transcendence they will not find.
Ignorance is sure not bliss
We are not forgiven when gone amiss.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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