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Pages Of Truth
Author: Mike

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Spill the ink from the well,
Cover your pages with crimson words straight from the heart.
Dip the sharpened quill in deep,
Draw as much of the liquid as possible.
Inscribe a word for each moment of hurt you've gone through.
Suck every last drop of sorrow out of that overflowing inkwell,
Spread it over sheet after sheet of pain.
Hang the pages high that they may last forever,
White lights against a darkened backdrop.
But keep them sheltered, lest the prying eyes of the Devil find them.
Lest He sees into your very soul as he looks at the words.
Lest He understands that He is to blame.

------- Author's Notes -------

Before you ask, no it's not to do with Satanism.. "The Devil" in this poem is a metaphor.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Emma (86.1.48.222) -- Thursday, January 5 2006, 04:51 pm

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I love this. I really do.
anonymous (86.138.130.19) -- Friday, January 6 2006, 09:36 pm

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I'm touched by this.I really am.Wow...
 
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