Honest.

If those who judge be judged.
Then they are no judges at all.
And there for on that decree.
Should sit content in silence.
Happily.

Who do you think they are to be?
That they dare look upon me?
I keep to my self.
The shadows my loyal friend.
Perhaps one day the morn shall rbing.
The day of peace I have prayed to be.

I do not stand here thinking.
That I am the victim.
I know the faults that I may have.
I know I am no one so perfect.
I do not give my self no such slack.

But for just one day soon.
I would like for everyone.
To see there own faults too.
And to stop talking in the self damnit ignorance.
That some may use.
And stand in silence.
Their tongue's lay softly.
No longer abused.

Oh peaceful day.
When shall you rise with the fallen moon?
But it shall stray.
Put away for tomorrow.
And so it will never be.
On any dreaded morrow.
So as I agonize over the problems that be.
I watch as the morn rises.
To antagonize me.