{shaking Off The Dust}

I shake the dust from my eyes
My weakened limbs cave beneath me
Cold sweat beads off my brow

Finding shelter in the solace
That no ungood deed
Will escape punishment

Has a deal been made
With the devil himself?
Perhaps now I see he resides in you

If you so easily find
Humor in anothers pain
Then surely you belong in those flames

I shake the dust from my eyes
Because certainly
I cannot believe what I see

poem by Lillian Jamison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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