Deceiver, deceiver!
Puppet with no strings.
Is there no end to your games?
You sedate with lies and blind for gain.
You spew rot and hide in blame.
Dance, dance!
Trample the voice of the righteous,
Reach for the hand of the wicked.
Your promises wither, your help vanishes.
One is the number you worship.
Destroy, destroy!
You topple the pillars.
You burn the temples.
Fanciful corruption leads astray,
The hapless wander in your smoke.
There is no rise, only a fall,
when the green cancer devours all.
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Reflections and Shadows
PoesiaProse and poetry. *Thanks so much to @DebZirOeZ for the stunning cover for this poetry book!*
