It’s the breathless whisper of a secret uncontained,

the breaking of the trust and the scatter of remains,

unbound by the sheer desire to express the disbelief,

of the luckiest of sins and the lies that hide beneath,

So it slithered off the tongue and crawled into an ear,

Although the mask was off, it’s truth in words you fear,

For the obvious was in plain sight and out for all to see,

The punishment for compassion is to smite to the umpth-degree,

So do slips of tongues require an eye for eye approach,

Or just the hurtful silence, with a grimace of reproach,

For who is truly righteous, when we all sin just the same,

For simple words that we let go, for compassion that we blame.

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