“It is all but a mirror,
meant to reflect
not to be seen.”
The resemblance spoke;
it is but a reflection,
this mask is honesty.
A dimming of light,
the role seems noble, the deeds hide in darkened corners. The heart agonizing for there is no verity.
A light in fullness,
the role is unclothed,
the mirror can no longer hold the reflection,
light has stripped the glass of power to return what pleases.
reasons lay upon the street unadulterated,
the seduction of earthly powers have scattered and hid in the recesses of vastness.
What will you do now?
You who have sold resemblances as truth, purposely deceiving the minds of men/women.
Your own mirrors have sold you to light,
naked and guilty you stand before moralities seat.
Weep oh mighty ones,
truth will come to the many you’ve turned into warring beggars..