Macbeth |
| by Master |
A heart will always see the crime
Which is transparent to the eye;
For hearts do know, truth lies in time.
And time will prove that truth does lie,
And words to bind us to our dreams,
Which then, compose the fated plot.
And nothing's ever what it seems,
And nothing is but what is not.
Disgrace does wear a pretty face,
Which I do hate with all my love.
And blood does have that wicked taste
Of which one sip won't be enough.
All sense is lost in mind's battle
In which, uncertainty has won.
All of the glory's overshadowed
By darkened fate of Scotland's throne.
While minutes weave a solid web
To catch the dreamers in their flight,
God, give me room to take a step
To walk away and look aside!
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