Come, Come

Come read the laws you never wrote 
In halls you've never walked within; 
Come hear the words you never spoke 
Convict you of your latest sin 

Come sit within the echoes of 
An age and place where you were not 
And know that everything you think 
Is such as doesn't qualify 

As thought

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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