The Tremor

Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a 
deceitful behaviour,
women's lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy 
conscience.

Stigmatised in hell, he's puffed up with conceit,
there will come a day of retribution, they're just lost 
dreams,
cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises,
my heart bleeds.

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The tremor of leaves in the breeze.

You can't weigh up, where does this road lead,
at whose door should the blame lie?
The lie lay heavy on his conscience.

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