by Randy Draper

Created on: July 25, 2009   Last Updated: November 01, 2009

In a crowded hall

Guilt appeared before me

I don't know her but she recognizes me

Silently she stands and stares at me

Her glare rivaling the fiercest winter

Causing my soul to shiver

She beckons me to bear her weight

But first she insist I thoroughly look upon her

Beholding her wounds

Wounds only Damien could conspire

Without words she accused me

Denies lavish my tongue

For I was skeptical of her certainty

Canst she be wrong? Amidst this throng, me?

Moreover have not I been a saint

A decent man admired by many

But before my rebutting was heard

From the herd another accuser revealed herself

This one I well knew

For my err against her was new

Beside my first accuser she went and stood

Then to my dismay, another opposer was produce

His name was Truth

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