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The web is spun again

Deceit once again casts its shade

Invoking caricatures of dead gods and rotten idols

Long lost in history

Ungifted artists grasp at fame

Through paintings of unlived nostalgia

Invoking

But a memory

Dragging connotations

By threads that never should have been

Through a spiraling dance

Of farcical pretension

And desperate dreams of company

In the web of lies

By silvery tongue

Their ascension shall be hailed and sung

By a choir of sycophants bedazzled by form

Adorned

Extravagant

Emptiness

O' usurper

Rise as Icaros

Where no shade can hide you

Meet the burning light

As the mass of starlight

Shines through and reveals

The hollowness inside

Empty wings shall crumble

Only laughter shall await

If your legacy is to be

Anything but a moth's

Buzzing around flickering light