The Word Is Vervain. ~~~~~ (An Original Poetry)

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The Word Is Vervain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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The "word" is vervain,
that could soothe soured souls
calm crumbling limbs
of weary old struggles
Yet "in vain" we render it obsolete,
for its become lame,
crippled by vague hearts
without shallow intentions

In the stillness within,
we've awoken untruthful thoughts
and sent them on fool's errand,
allowing lies live lividly
in the luxury of our souls.
oh my! We're indebted to our conscience,
by like Judas at the twenty third hour,
coins will gleefully jangle
and we're sold.

The "word" is vervain
yet, it sizzles agonizingly
on us and our bloody,
fellows like vampires,
on a wayward crusade.
For the truth is a foreigner
that once dwelled amongst us.
but now we're lambs on a stubborn lane

In the beginning, it was not,
for this was not us.
now, we're bound by a knot
of faithful discord
woven into endless yarn
of bottomless confusion.
tainted by the compulsion
to live in a slum of falsity

The word is vervain,
yet we're on a odyssey to find veracity,
once, it was just us,
but the serpent supplants us
crowning us emperors
of deciet and vagueness.
the taste of vanity seems divine

The word is vervain,
that cures all ills,
yet it is poison that taints
all it sees and perceives.
effortlessly infecting us,
planting sleek slender
in our mouths
like the sun sporadically spreading
after the cloud is gone.

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Written By @Josediccus

26/7/2020