The tension between us sizzles,
I am drowning in my contempt.
You are an apothecary of good intentions,
driven by the underlying all mighty buck.
I pray for the illumination of realization,
so that you can see what I can see.
Nothing but a pawn,
in the ever-growing agenda of the enemy.
The bedrock of your life
is built atop the self-deception
that the slippery masters of sleight of hand
have embedded in you.
Your orphaned conscience,
forced into exodus from the inky stains that mar
the place that pumps
your blood
thump, thump.
The truth is invisible to you,
and your true nature,
to yourself.
