Wicked Soul

Wicked soul

that flourishes in false light

stealing borrowed breath

Wicked soul

that lies in a bed of green

crushing all life.

What have you, 

Besides fool's gold?

Wicked soul

consuming all praise

behind a thousand curtained lies.

Wicked soul

carrying stories

whose pages you blacken.

What have you, 

besides a wicked soul?

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