Saturday, October 31, 2009


Through marble eyes,
obliteration lies
Beneath an ideal coat.
Years. Days. Minutes. Seconds.
Existence is a hoax.
All duplicate into deception
Just waiting for the reception
Of such a mournful case.
Unblemished coverage
Hides blunders within.
As a faulty lens
Cons the populace to begin
Considering such an imprudent
Their souls are asking
How this go does so overlooked
When its opened up just like a book.
Foolish men stand all at sea
Searching for the evident key.
Unsure of what to do next.
They suppose this is a hex.
But they all situate so misguided
For the response is merely why did
The gods intend her so crooked?

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