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‘The Color of Trust’ ‘On my shoulders I support the sky, Trust me to know and to do what is best, And I will take care of the rest.’ Trust is the color of a heart’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, ‘For I must bear the burden all alone. Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule, and no man will think you a fool.’ Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark. Trust is the sound of a soul’s last breath. Trust is the sound of death. ‘Give me your trust,’ said the king on high, ‘Put ‘side rank, meet eye to eye. Trust me to stamp and to seal and decree, leave the tediousness to me.’ Trust is the stench of turncoats scheming. Trust is the stench of a soul’s last breath. Trust is the stench of death. ‘Give us your trust,’ said the lady and the lord, ‘We won’t put you to fire and sword. Trust us to let you do as you wish, you’ll not be trapped like a foolish fish.’ But trust is the touch of a Halfman’s sight. Trust is the touch of the barren Blight. Trust is the touch of a soul’s last breath. Trust is the touch of death. ‘Give me your trust’ said the love of your life, Trust me to see and to guide you through you won’t regret a thing you do.’ Trust is the taste of saidin’s bliss. Trust is the taste of a soul’s last breath. Trust is the taste of death. Activity FeedKahsyrbag has not published any activity yet.Would you like to post a shout to welcome them to Kongregate? AwardsMy Games |