Shards of Sugar (Poetry Book Three)

62.) your secrets; revealed

You hide your secrets right under our noses, in plain sight.
You think we're all mindless, but I'm on to you, yes, that's right.

I should have seen this coming, we're living
on the land of the fallen, thriving
before dying.

You'd expect art to be a free form, free from the systemic path the majority take.
But that's an illusion, choosing the artistic path is a dire and consequential mistake.

It's a subtle nod
to what really goes on,
you should believe in God,
but never move on.

All they want is recognition
and money.
In return they get broken cognition
and thoughts so runny.
And don't you think that all the symbolism's funny
because it's cohesive, it's everywhere honey.

And I don't need to speak in rhymes to get you to listen to me.
You can just open your eyes and see it for yourself, yes go and see.

Materialism and lust, two things they desire.
But everything's priced these days, a sacrifice they'll require.
And you'll try and tell them for days.
But you'll be made to be quiet.

They want your mind, they're looking at it through their collective, singular eye.
They want unity and secularism to follow Satan like we did before when we were up in the sky.

May God be with you
because we all need God.
And when they sky isn't blue,
you'll turn to God.

They've already got the minds of the pretty, little puppets, boo-hoo.
Now they want to indoctrinate you too.
They're feline and slick, full of malice.
They seek revenge guised as "justice for Alice"

What a joke. What a lie,
what deception,
oh, how I could cry
out "inception!"

This is dark and it runs deep.
Most of you are gone,
most of you are sheep.
When the sun has shone,
and you all go to sleep,
they'll make you all close your eyes and never peep.

The blood of a child in a chalice.
The wonderland of a girl named Alice.
The checkered floor.
The furious fists banging on the door.
The dimensions of demons merging with the dimensions of humans.

Blasphemy, they'll go to hell.
Well I said what I said, oh well.

You want to twist our minds, I know,
and our nature too.
You paint the devil with the rainbow,
but tactically leave out the glue
that bonded them together.
Because you knew that it would be blasphemy forever.

Now you want to be powered by Lilith, you want the black magic.
You want the spell books under the temple to doom yourself how tragic.

You want this burning world then fine,
you'll have another burning world next time.
You don't want to ever draw a line,
you want to lecture us about crime.

The hypocrisy.
The blasphemy.
The idiocy.
The slavery.

Now that I have exposed all your secrets with one poem,
I'll be moving on to uncover more of them, back soon with another poem.
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