A Thursday Tale

'Twas to a Thursday morning I awakened



The sun had made her presence known





To all across the fair horizon





You and I with the way our minds





Contract such complexities know that





As the seasons continue to change



Many a buried burden shall evolve



In times of fluent hardship and mangled promises



Our hearts should meet at the center of equality



Why our very skins alone were conceived





To endure such grief



However I shall not bite of the apple



That is placed within my palm



Unless the bearer agrees to



A screening for accounted treason





Is it all so simple a belief? An act?



Could it be true that I'm a caterer



To your countless collection of body bags?



And you a whimsical muse to my poetic delight?



One may only seek answers





In where one has found light



The words of a fraud shall not lie



Akin to that of a master's



For the utterance of such syllabic outrage



Shall be seized and burned within



A velvet casket of tainted dreams







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