The Truth Behind the Mask You Wear

 

The Truth Behind the Mask You Wear

When he looked into your empty eyes, condemnation, upon your crimes so grim,

As you cheat the world, with your crude attempts, to bury the truth deep within.

In dark forests, the evidence kept, far away from the eyes of the world, so blind,

Truth, the reflux persistently rising, in disgust, never suppressed, within his mind.

The acrid taste, so vile, that burns his lips, minds lost inside your maze of hate,

At what your mask hides from humanity, all the festering evil that will not abate.

The tangled web of deceit, and treachery, the corruption lurking in your psyche,

The trickery, and the fear that you spread, like a disease forever festering dislike.

Your collaborators, lurking in the shadows, as they sow and cultivate your seeds,

In league with you, committing cloak and dagger crimes, as your sickness breeds.

There is no reasoning, within the never-ending madness, where your ilk persists,

Bringing premature death and pain, your aggressive conflicts full of wicked twists.

Your sadistic pleasure seems to have no bounds, as you inscribe your evil brand,

On the defenceless innocent people of the world, who now suffer, hand in hand.

As you pervert reality with your lies, masking crimes, while committing genocide,

Silencing the God given right to truth, in your fight against the freedom to decide.

When he saw your people, the second-class citizens, kept living the poverty line,

His heart went out to them, living miserable peasant lives, evidence of your crime.

Against the will of God, robbing them blind, keeping them beset with ignorance,

Denying them the right to think, enlightenment, treating them with indifference.

What are they to you, and your kind, just worthless objects, you trade for death,

The Orcs you create, to fight in your bloody wars, where they are robbed of breath.

So, who are you, what right have you, to play the hand of God, to determine fate,

To sit upon the throne of absolute power, twisting truth, within your evil dictate?

There is a place set for you, in purgatory, for all the evil sods that you have turned,

A place in eternity, within the fires of hell, where your wicked soul will be burned.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2025)