TRUST

"Give me your trust," 

said the queen in the west.

On my shoulders I support the sky

Trust me to know and to do what is best

Trust me and don't ask why."

"But trust is the color of a dark seed growing." I said

"Trust is the color of the life's blood flowing.

Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.

Trust is the color of death"

"Give me your trust," said the queen on her throne

"Trust me with your burden, you are never alone.

Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,

Trust me and no man will think you a fool."

"But trust is the sound of a rabid dog's bark." I said

"Trust is the sound of betrayal, a prelude to a knife in the back.

Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.

Trust is the sound of death"

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