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mask of man
tortured soul and withered hands
bound and blinded does he stand
against the drop of fallen man
alone he stands..descending.
into heaven he cant reach
along the edge of Satan's beach
sucking life, from lambs. The leech
is here and is transcending.
from in the mouth and through the eyes
he holds onto a fist of lies
holds them deep..a tainted prize
that no one is defending.
but do you see the beast inside
or do you see the one that hides
that tries the lives of those that died
to taste, what they were intending.
in his mind atop of throne
the richest roles are all his own
into a world were powers grown
the truth is..were all pretending.
to the beast that's in one's soul
to the reach that grabs us whole
to the least of friends and foe
and the ones in need of mending.
Drink softly here and raise you cups
to the ones who've had enough
of the tailored curtains fluff
that covers up the ending.