PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The poisoned milk,

Becomes disguised poison,

In the guise of a mask,

Hiding the truth that remains silent.

It conceals the shame that burns,

Like a secret kept at great cost,

The wrinkles in the costly voice,

Reveal the wear of unjust deceit.

Purity lost in the white liquid,

Now carries the shadow of evil,

And in the mask imposed on the frank,

The truth hides, essential.

The wrinkles in the voice, so marked,

Are traces of time and guilt,

That are present in words,

Even when silence is the excuse.

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