A Stanza

A Stanza

You’ve got more faces than a mountain side
Yet the damage goes unseen

Your poison only multiplies
Through every pore it seeps

Understanding is overrated, irrelevant, and acute
Defenseless is what it seems I am, hopeless, un-astute

Your lack of simple honest charge has kept my hope at bay
Though truth be told your hand, your hold, was slipping everyday

Alas I see my only chance, a choice, a fault within my sin
Only mountians without faces can confine us, keep us in

And even satan, cannot deny himself a truthful honest day

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