For The Coming ManA Poem by DevonsThe balance of power is weakness on both sides love is fear and fear is its strength on the side of the enemy but also on yours. Trust is the key and also the flaw the prize is magnificent the penalty is death the unknown is change and trust never knows. His life, her life two lovers, two spies
in the other's hands a sensitive code
a lethal combination the secret-keepers.
Survival is luck betrayal is no choice knave favours fortune as well as the brave under stress or in torture everyone talks. What price love now? trusting in weakness appealing to mercy when blood runs cold a target for a heart a soul sold by wisdom. Line-up with the others and pray for salvation better luck next time you shouldn't take sides where's your God now? and what does he know? I scrawl on the wall with my dying hand for the coming man who'll never know until his dying breath: "I was here".
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4 Reviews Added on September 21, 2012 Last Updated on July 11, 2015 AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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