there are traitors in the streets of berlin

there are traitors in the streets of berlin

A Poem by winter;lyra

from a king whose crime none is willing
to put a dime in
tightly sat on your trust you should be
for no loose sin slips through the grip
of a devil whose means are but selective

you're as guilty as the next you endorse
and as weak as the link you enclose

because alike the worldly 
there's no kin but identic burnt flesh
at the hell chambers

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
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