I, Honesty.
Audiences ...
Of the dead
In tilting cathedrals
Encompassing tombs
I know not what must be done
Nor what I shall say
I can't remember when last it is
I posts everyday.
Its a new year I fear
Where everyone stays the same
sunken and
Trapped in the ghastly grounds
Of old greed's stains.
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