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Treachery

A candles fickle flame flickers
Its wick severed from the wax
A shadow moves in silence
Knife firmly planted in back

A carton of damaged goods
Dangles for all to see
Where its rotten shadow falls
Even rats must flee

A liars twisted tongue torn
Bloody mouth hung agape
Oozing to the floor
The murders sins take shape

The silent stalking shadow
No more than darkness and dreams
Its murderous vengeance comes to us all
Feeding off our pleads and screams

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