The essence of truth is freedom
concealment its converse
too long have you hidden
behind the guise
of imperial desire and control
true purpose revealed
behind a frail and tattered curtain
equally frail and tattered
and naked though you may be
emperor puppet
the shroud you wore before
was less than clothes
yet still you fumble
with your bent and crooked scepter
caught in the light
a loneliness realized
you and your court
exposed before humanity
and the empire crumbled
in the essence of truth
1 comment:
Hey bro. Did you plagerize this right out of the Washington Post or am I daydreaming?
Imagining the Texan as the Antichrist.
:)
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