A Shadow Of Hardball

Ebon bafflement descended from the Sun-bleached sky; A penumbra of illuminated lies, this world needs to be reprimanded; A joyous ballet of obliteration; Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart, they stare into dank rotting art disguised as impending salvation; Wearing cheap plastic glasses, the audience so easily led by a trend; Commanding naked eyes ideas ascend delaying the hypnosis of the masses; Temporarily deprived of the norm, blindfolds serve as a wake call; So begins a civilization’s cleanup, reform is now the one playing hardball; Magnetic pull of a weary shadow, that bold charisma brings a brief pause; Evolution echos a bright ring of applause, with understated yet monumental flow.