The Smoke

Sin clouded the room,

I hit the ground as the smoke rose.

You claimed my eyes dark brown,

In the mirror they were blue I suppose.

Folklore letters of truth,

Misspelled penmanship parade,

You marched through the city,

Head held high as the petals fell away.

“They love you not!”

The verdict of the last picked bloom raged,

I couldn't breath for the smoke,

I couldn't breath if I stayed.

Awaken hearts of truth,

This city is the Kings’,

Lord make the room pure,

Illuminate everything.

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