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Hell No!
by JJ Johnson
Every secret I ever exposed
No matter how close the friend
Was spilled by treasonous a-holes
As if they were milk and I was no one
And crying was a crime to add to the warrant
The biggest secrets are hidden the deepest
Not thrillers to be released into the wild
From this day forward my secrets die with me
My crimes are my sins to be judged by vaporous lords
Who keep themselves a secret to avoid trials of their own
So much bigger than mine, of holocausts and armageddons
They believe themselves to be above the laws they command
The very essence of hypocrisy justified as long as they say Amen
I'll take my chances placing my sins side by side to be compared
And hope like Hell there is no Hell, or lords to condemn me there
02/25/2016 Posted on 02/26/2016
Copyright © 2026 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/26/16 at 01:09 PM it is not never the size of the secret, nor its revelation, but the size of the trust which has been infinitely broken. and it is no secret given you've made it public that this is a powerful ode and indictment of those whose modus operandi is, WE ARE WITHOUT SINS, hence are in our right to toss stones as to crush the bones of truth, too brutal to their taste. |
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