The Trial
The Trial poetry stories

oceansvixen a gentle violence with heaven’s essence
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Coming clean.

The Trial

Every dog has their day And every demon has their way

And when it comes judgement day I will not be one with out blood on my hands

I make my fair share of mistakes but all I hope is that i've given more than I take

Though this life has thrown one too many bullets through my fate

I alone pulled the trigger of forsake

So I will face my maker Unashamed, a mad taker

And I will give him every last piece of pure I have

Because I chose my choices

I listened to my chosen voices

And every deed will be done and everything will be wide open

The famous sculptor shall split me open wide

To see all my secrets and worries I tried to hide

And I just hope he smiles

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