Greek gifts of Manson's creed,
Self-righteous guilty-continuity-announcers
Turned virgins against mirrors.
It's all picture perfect,
But as the moon dampens rainbow's light
We'll see who's true.
As blue skies turn grey,
Liqour is no more for play.
At sun's triumphant awakening
The pious would stand,
Head -strong, face lifted
No ears for pleas.
Down you friend of Saducee creed!
Who shot trust
And seemingly made away poker-faced?
Silence's loudest sound awaits.
Time's taking us there.
There where truth waits
To quench your foul passion
By Jefumare © 2010
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