Revelations made public
Entering every home
Tidings of swift retribution
Utterly inescapable
Riches turn to dust before them
Naked truth given voice
Three times the debt repaid
Only the pure left standing
Some balance finally restored
Even the shadows disown you
Neatly fulfilling the prophecy
Disintegration of glamor
Ends the age of terror
Repentance alone can save you
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Inspired by my lovely friend Preston
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