Incongruous
Treachery
Born to
privilege under the traitor sign
From day
go was always the accidental alien
Guilt
determined was guilt unearned
Condemnation
always immoral from the corrupt atlanteans
Never in
doubt the path to outcast
Belief
intact without waver, predicting thundercast
Indeed
thunderclap came but never was it so lame
Those
sworn to care shifted and demolished blame
At risk shockingly
high was the entire edifice
Secrets
sent to enemy of Lent, how small the sacrifice
Suspicion
came one cracked forlorn dawn
‘Twas
time to flee thru’ streets, down lanes, across the lawn
Ships
waiting in the harbor, arranged the walk on water
Dry dock
came once around the clock, but no flock greeted their pater
Trust,
that fragile side of neurotic, requires a long time to kiss a traitor
No
understanding the abstract mind of a spy by their adjudicator
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