No pass.
As the gates remain closed.
You wonder why your key doesn't work.
That's when pain changed its meaning from "a word" to HURT.
Your knees hit the dirt, along with the tears and the fears.
You're scared, you realize the end is near.
We can't reason, but I can give you reasons why your actions were acts of treason.
Time is up, The end is here.... My mind is made along with my decision.
Suspicion.
In the back of my mind lies the topic that wasn't quick to question.
In hers the answer that still remains hidden,
The subject is forbidden.
Recognition to a sinful simple description that demands attention, A Honorable Mention.
A lie will lay unseen and protected.
In plain sight, unnoticed too a gullible mind that didn't expect it.
I'm perceptive, knowledgable, aware of what's expected.
Lies I feed them, never neglect them.
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