words left said
(poems go here) a word left
said left error in the heart
confusion in the mind
your words were ment to hurt
they were ment to bring knives against the meek
to make judgement with out truth
but all in all it was a game
i chose diction , venomous and soft
cold with no charge
i took notice
my words an ultimate revenge
an ender of my facade
all in all a sheep doth weareth the clothes
of a wolf
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