To charge you with an offense
A love that is so intense
Truth with no pretense
You’re left with no defense.
To Scream the painful truth.
That kills like a riveting flute
Or spray it with twisted lies
To appease their raging pride.
Admitting sins you never did
Free will that they forbid
For all their secrets that might bleed
A liitle wink beneath the lid.
So now the time has really come
Aghast to dust and squeal the bomb
That love is not a rule of thumb
That should be silence like a lamb.
Their interest is their concern
The book of truth they long had burned.
To seal the verdict of your story.
Prejudice by the guilty jury.
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