Man of the mirror, keeping two side of coin
The head is silvery shiny, the tail is full of coal dust
His persona as great as the Spanish Main
But his soul rotted like a rapier with rust
Oh praise the holy man, the crowd said
Nobody seeing black inside white swan
And the crowd hide when a leper need aid
As the reaper came to them and ran
Peoples are blind yet they had a pair of eye
Like a lamb following satan dressed as prophet
The holiness among them is the wretched of all man
And the wretched outcast is the holiest of them all
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Nothing is Written : a poem collection
PoetryPoetry is a form of literature everyone know about, it is one of many ways to pour out our thoughts on the media literature. this poetry collection is my side work during my empty time, created out of necessity to pour out my heart and mind into a c...
