MASKS
Long,
the roads of faith stare
Words
sunk in logic, threaded bare
Truth
is worn for tattered wear
Wear
the fury, play the mask,
Where
a lie is somehow truth in a sunken task
Unperturbed,
the priory sing
Of
chalice worn, and angels in wing
Such
tales of fervor and glorious bling
Show
man is man and nothing within
Than
brutal brute and sin,
Unknown,
the chatter speaks aloof
And
love decays in simmering roof,
Man
that knows sees no proof,
The
game of youth clouds the sane reprieve,
Who
knows what mad men can achieve?
I
fear the man within the man and youth
The
logic of crooked paths coming smooth,
For
theirs is a world of pain and soothe
The
war within is a missing cage,
I
fear the man who knows his rage.
The
preacher pauses on the altar still
Strong
in hatred, flailing in will
Knowing
that the gunman will his son kill,
Mocking
his God all the way,
“A
god that never comes” He daringly say
A
constant repeat unwittingly lay
Die,
live, repeat the way,
Faith
drowns the questions we seek to pay
The
right questions will kill you
When
you’re alone in a darkened room
And
the voices stare beneath your rage
Asking
What
am I?
What
was the world before I?
What
is existence?
Am
I just a scroll in a flipping sript?
Written
till the pen fades!!
Where
will the end of my existence be?
What
is death?
Outside,
The
father kills a son for the growing tree,
The
prior sacrifices his priory for the altar
spree
The
teacher hides the knowledge from a willful student
The
doctor keeps the sickness in a jar
The
soldier shoots the innocent man,
The
leader loots the service of his men
And
truth remains but not as it may seem
The
darkest roads are mostly meek
For
they carry the illusion of time
The
clear roads seem steep,
For
the truth is a glorious war
And
we remain
Many
masks of men
Never
true
Ever
few
What
could I be?
What
could you?
Masks
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