On the edge of Milton
I’ve captured the allusion of land
Suckled the growth of tainted fruit
While I sat to the left of His hand.
I soon learned from my folly
But I fell through the armor of Troy.
I swore the god’s my allegiance
As I winked to another boy.
A reign would surely justify.
Though I married for my country’s sake
My skills empowered starvation
After I offered them cake.
I live inside your slipping soul
But cannot meet your glare
Please conceal the welting bruise
While I turn from your despair.
Yes, I waited while he left his mark.
But you refused to let me shine.
My crime may be disloyalty
But you, ma’am, have no spine.
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