For The Price And The Cost Of One's Life
The fact that it's talked about,
To be discussed...
Has advanced from whispers,
To an accepting public not shocked.
Secrets and demons do not join hands,
When the tentacles of evil reaches.
And has come to squeeze the life,
From one who has sold...
An image made to appear as sweet,
But with a lost soul.
And in places where the doing of it,
Is expected...
Souls are sold to glimmer like gold,
For the price and the cost of one's life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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