White Mask
You hide behind
An arrogant design
You right your wrongs
And so will time
Your reign will end
A season of treason
There is no reason
So you devise a meaning
a why for being
A false halo
Crowns your head
A crooked smile
Hides your fangs
Blood stained robe
Black feathered wings
Hail to the martyr
King of kings
Master of puppets
Puller of strings
Manipulator of things
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
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