Fables

Degenerates & subjugates Nothing really deteriorates Living life in magenta & chartreuse Trying to cover over the bruises Inflicted by white lies Negating the ending For the sake of feeding The all encompassing Heartfelt alibis Recounting storybook fables Resounding through the Taj Mahal Told underneath the kitchen table Heard through the majestic macaw Throwing stones at the glass ceiling We call self help, we call healing Writing secrets in the sand Hoping one day they'll understand Regenerate & propagate We stand at heavens gate Waiting to be let in Lets hope our holiness outweighs our sins.