Chaotic Stories
Bricks,
carefully placed together
upon the foundation of half-truths and lies
published everywhere
twisting minds to the other direction
towards a hall covered with fool's gold on the front
In the shadows,
the silver-tongues hold the real platinum
tons of it
equal in value to a billion bills
while they watch the unenlightened
trust their mythology
as if they're angels
Copyright © Vermillion Scythe | Year Posted 2018
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