I am trapped
inside that pretty picture
The light in the candles
reflects on the deceit
and the heat
sears my soul.
they worship and garland
and sing paeans to me.
I was killed
aeons ago
and buried
out of sight.
Replicas are installed
in every town hall
to deceive
and conceal my plight.
Creation, Preservation
and Destruction
all continue swiftly
in a higher gear.
Myths are created
ignorance preserved
to destroy the Truth
that they so fear.

Me too
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A sad story that has echoes everywhere. The Real is hidden behind the comfortably controllable…
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I like the term ‘comfortably controllable’. Applies to so much more than people.
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It seems to be a concept authority approves of…
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