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Masked Delusions
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2001 and earlier They know not who you really are
And can't begin to see themselves either
None know you
As you've so eloquently pointed out
And already the hierarchy is settled
The rules collecting dust
Wrinkling with time on a shelf.
You refuse to be silenced
Unaffected by their tainted indifference
To what you have to say
Warrior clothed for the battle ground
No shield or armor to protect yourself
As you hide the dying secrets of tomorrow
Nothing is actually real here
The lies go undetected in
The pious afterglow
Of those saintly beings that know little
How can you hurt the unfeeling,
The damned and defeated
That did this to themselves
Masked by the delusions
By the hypocrisy and greed
They reign their little kingdoms
Their palaces of gold and Italian marble
While outside their followers die in the streets
And are left to be dealt with
By someother who isn't there
Unknown to all that say they listen
You clean up the mess of their devotees
Stitching the ragged wounds
With a precise hand
As they accredit
Their Miraculous Survival
To a force not even there
Consoling their secrets
Respecting their scars
Until you could do it no longer
And they lost their angel
Her voice gone from the halls
The chilling funeral parlor pall
Sluicing down the war torn walls.
