Spite Me Not

by FTS Miles   Dec 6, 2004


Spite me not and call me brother,
Though the anger lingers in your heart.
Stab me not and take my hand,
Though your dagger starves for blood.
Slander me not and learn my essence,
Though the knowledge birth remorse.

Look in my eyes and see my goodness,
Before the world consumes us both.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Amilo

    Short, but meaningful.. great work!!

  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    A statement of good faith and trust in our fellow man. You're reliable when it comes to positive reflections *smiles*. Thanks

  • 19 years ago

    by erely

    Words to ponder...the message deep
    good writing

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Why thank you, Sarah! :)

  • 19 years ago

    by Sarah

    Whaaa! *flaps arms frantically* THIS IS SO GOOD! That's it. You're one of my Favorites.

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