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Every turning page had its own burdened face

Deceitfully weighted surfaces - Disturbingly displaced...

Sermons of curses grace the baleful stage

Serpents of virtue, deception and praise.

Shall we beg before we steal our seamless sleep?

Blind pride was the prize but the price was too cheap.

Balance sheds the disguise of a sheep--

vying for the power the wolves break our dreams.

Predators

prophets of a profitable theme

oh what wickedness is this?

lofty claims for such a humble king...

what wretched wickedness is this?

Binding babes to the end of our cynical whits

seeking solace in frantic fits.