Treacherys
Rule
The smile
of the treacherous is a magnificent sword
It draws
in the arrogant as much as the gullible
The glint
that blinds them is Treachery’s armor
It hides
the vengeful snarl within an orgasmic smile
Justice
is metaphysical with consequence it’s reality
The
self-centered arrogant live in a subjective totality
Their
world bound by insular vulgarity
For
aren’t they gods, in their flat earth society?
Surreptitiously
their reward gathers
For
justice is the habits they acquire
We all
see what we want, but reality’s objective
Time’s
the judge and always strikes
And then
too Treachery let’s loose
The sword
of the plaintive is the terror of the accused
Hurt and
vengeance combined into sentence
Satisfaction ejaculates and kills the swine
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