The Imposter
Long Live The Imposter
Perched So High Above
Hiding From A Little Secret
But Is He High Enough?
Casting Stones From A Far
Blaming Hatred On Us All
Far Beyond His Subtle Hand
Yearning Most For A Call
Another Day Lost
Serving False Idol Hopes
But A Mere Puppet
Hanging From These Ropes
He Who Has The Gift
Dangling Before Our Nose
Just A Clap Of The Hand
Quickly Strike The Pose
Wanting For The Bell To Toll
Watching As The Moments Pass
What Reason Could You Have
Staring Thru The Looking Glass
No One Claims Dreams False
Just Reminiscent To The Mask
Long Live The Imposter
But For How Long Will This Last?
Copyright © K.C. Moonshine | Year Posted 2006
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