Magick Mirror
Cast out
I blast out
of a cage
that once enslaved
blast out towards
an image worshiped
Big myth, great idol
its you I learn to admire
in the trials, by fire
that taught me
how I should not be
Now I'm lying in the entrails
of the mystical lion
swallowed up by the trend
I believed was worth dying
for, now I am no more; a lost scripture
in this unfolding
vicariously informed the show must go on
everything on edge
by the crash of a drone
how did I find peace
all on my own?
no one can find it
if they're searching too strong
It invades you, somewhat saves you
from the angst and rage
of child's play
adults playing war games
in a dangerous way
everybody staring
blank, in loss of face.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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