The Great Deception
A candle slowly burns
On the nightstand
As a sliver of the moon
Looks on
Veins of black poison
Bubble beneath skin
The cry of a banshee
A simmering memory
Writhing in a bed
Of bloodied rose thorns
Shackled by hatred
Damned by fear
Seeking adulation
Through deception
Seeking acceptance
Through conception
Everything is on fire
The guilty hand out verdicts
The innocent carry out the execution
Ignorance is not bliss
Dilapidated emotions
When the wicked rule fates
Reality is an aberration
Shunned by common sense
Burn it all down
The structure cannot be saved
No amount of empty platitudes
Can revive long lost values
The candle flame died
On the nightstand
The great deception
Is the flame never lived
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