push and pull like a tug of war dance on dissident minds speak in twisted tongues refuse the cards you are dealt this is not wonderland. you left your home to wake up to black horsemen and sleep to a warm darkness it's a house of cards you live in by tattered shreds hangs your reality torn up bits flying because this is not paradise. this is a door blown open this is a scream ringing clear as night it’s the midwife of death bearing a basket of wilting roses and a glass of vice it’s deteriorating in the touch of dissipation melting away like the fabric of a net of lies lies snakes slithering from mouths it's an evil nobody could have seen birthed from the depths of your heart but it's the truth. hidden underneath your skin oh dear wake! for the ground misses your kisses and the public seems to just adore you so arise! for your redemption rests in the hands of a forsaken god, and he has left judgement in the eyes of a juryless court; for you are the king and you must do what a king does— reign.