Entanglement of the fourth
First there is the lie, the start, the easy process.
Once you take the first step you seem to control fate
But sure footing is only an illusion, like the fabrication you made
Second. You become affirmed in your fantasy and it
Becomes a game, a pastime, and addiction. But only to those
Who are acquainted at a distance. Always
Third. The Transparency of self is complete and the tales
are told to those who know the truth. Colors fade
Vibrant curtains put up to mask a decrepit house. Spiders weaving to resurrect a hollowed out shell with thread, when a pillar is required.
Where fire should cleanse, instead secrets lie
This must be revealed.
Fourth. Elaborate design turns to intricate demise. The artwork created
becomes the tomb of the weaver. The webs become ropes and the beloved become the distrusting and they pull tighter and tighter, when the ropes should be cut.
There will be pain. There will be sorrow. But these webs only inspire predators and fools.
Four fold. me
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
Entanglement of the fourth
First there is the lie, the start, the easy process.
Once you take the first step you seem to control fate
But sure footing is only an illusion, like the fabrication you made
Second. You become affirmed in your fantasy and it
Becomes a game, a pastime, and addiction. But only to those
Who are acquainted at a distance. Always
Third. The Transparency of self is complete and the tales
are told to those who know the truth. Colors fade
Vibrant curtains put up to mask a decrepit house. Spiders weaving to resurrect a hollowed out shell with thread, when a pillar is required.
Where fire should cleanse, instead secrets lie
This must be revealed.
Fourth. Elaborate design turns to intricate demise. The artwork created
becomes the tomb of the weaver. The webs become ropes and the beloved become the distrusting and they pull tighter and tighter, when the ropes should be cut.
There will be pain. There will be sorrow. But these webs only inspire predators and fools.
Four fold. me
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