These are the creatures that tell the lies,
How easy it is to see through their disguise.
Voices flutter like a thousand doves in flight,
Who wisely flee the long and unrelenting night.
Flames in the distance provide a beacon to see,
Of a spreading chaos that could soon engulf me.
Addiction is the only reason that I still remain,
My schadenfreude is watching ignorance meet pain.
These hands I once thought capable hold naught,
My mind wonders if this is the destiny I wrought.
I have lived a thousand lives which are not real,
Yet this is the only one that forces me to kneel.
Open your eyes, behold the silver tongued devil,
Promises are junk bonds not issued on the level.
Cash them in and all shall blow away like dust,
Words of the nasty tricksters engender no trust.
When warned of spreading plague they just smirk,
Dealing with problems is too much like real work.
Instead an army of locusts hastens its approach,
As the fools in charge are beyond any reproach.