The Monster Beneath
There was a time when
I worshipped at his feet
Not so long ago.
There was a time when
I cared and thought
He cared.
But it was all a lie,
A terrible mistake.
There was no love,
Just a facade
A mask he wore.
Well, thank God, no more.
He ripped off the false face
And I saw the monster
He concealed beneath.
And now, when I look,
If I look
I cannot unsee
The monster beneath.
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