abscond with proof

stolen, then cast in doubt

There is a list. A list, you say? What list?
A list of pain, of hurt, of lies so dark.
Darkly they prey, under our eyes they twist.
Twisting to wrong, from right the light now stark.

Starkly we see. Secret there is no more.
We see the truth, with eyes — eyes clear of lies.
Abuse they hide, down deep, is at their core.
A core so sick, so ill from hate, despise.

Despising truth, get lost, abscond with proof.
Truthless are they, they who we need to out.
Outing their truth, hurting those girls, just youth.
A youth they stole — stolen, then cast in doubt.

Doubting no more. These truths we know now reaps.
Doubting no more. Exposing sickly creeps.

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Word of the poem

abscond

• enunciation: ab-ˈskänd

• definitions:

  • run away; usually includes taking something or somebody along

  • to depart secretly and hide oneself

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