WELLS


WELLS

WHERE WILL WE DRINK?
thirst not my friend,
come to his well alone,
speak of the truth no other will know,
his whispers are for your lips to tell,
softly these thorns pierced his head,
laughed at while being staked to a tree,
get on your knees and beg for mercy,
only then you can drink the words of truth...

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