i do not speak
with forked
tongue
yet
you damn me
a demon
paint my hands
blood red
cut me
black diamond
hard
innocent
misunderstanding?
or sleight
of hand
designed
to dazzle
distract
from tarnish
spreading
on your halo
rust growing
on your
wings?
truth
in the crystal ball
remains
veiled
cloudy
i tire
of this
unholy role
you have
assigned me
i did not
audition
for your
drama
want no part
in this
passion play

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