Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Guilty

A spark of brilliance
Flashes in my mind
A moment of clarity
To free me from this bind
Charm and cunning
The quality traits
To free me from death
Despite all the debates
Opinions matter not
As the wooden gavel drops
My fate decided
To freedom I hop
A crazy grin crosses me
As I run hastily away
Happy with the outcome
I am freed wrongly on this day

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