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I SPY POETRYI spy you from my old kingdom scurrying like ants unable to know what fate holds. working constantly, I spy toiling bodys, creating my own divine molds.I SPY POETRY
When I spy them praying for a moments respite, I pass my judgement on their deeds. I give a good honest man a death sentence, And I give the evil man what he needs.
There's no difference in evil or good. At least I can spy the truth that all men lie, cheat, and steal. Hide under their dark hoods. I am fair, yet hear from you no amen.
I understand that you might be angry. Still I spy, so carry on
by ~seanyboyisgreat
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