Masking the Monster
Mad,Macabre,
dervish dancer,
do you think you have the answer?
Monster prancing 'cross the ceiling,
you go laughing,screaming
squealing,
at the havoc you are wreaking,
can't you feel the life force leaking,
from the veins of unborn sons
who won't know what you have done?
They will never see the ocean
never lavish deep emotion,
on another soul so lonely,
ending this farce now will only,
heighten anguish in the others,
stop and contemplate your brothers.
Come down now and drink this potion,
you don't have the slightest notion,
how beguiling life can be..............
put on your mask and go and see.
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