Knives of ApolloRend, Stab, Pierce. The daggers cut deep into the body Blades blunt and gruesome but in a form not so gaudy Delivered on the wind from the proud and the haughty Made not of metal, stone or glass but simply of sound Impaling silently but no mark on flesh is found But how great the heart feels the pain that it has downed And how the heart is scarred by the wounds made by the past A wound, closing and pulsating, you hope is the last But you feel and you know that thought is best away cast The wound closes but only on the exterior A space deep in your heart that feels inferior So iKnives of Apollo
Paper FacesStaring at a sea of paper faces Some brightly colored, some dull and flat Some I see once, others are in all places Persona'd masses swarming around I don't know you're fake, I don't know I'm real Looking around in pure fear and wonder I don't know what you think. I don't know what you feel. So my mask stays on through night and through dawn Sometimes there can be tears then there are cracks Through them we inevitably see truth The smallest thing says more than it detracts But no book was ever writ with one word I hope these masks will lie torn apart And we'll see ePaper Faces
Arcana XX I am inquisition... The fear of all mankind and it's weakness A look upon your face and into your soul A forced entry without a hint of meekness Piercing hearts that are hollow or full I am condemnation... Damnation upon the accursed land Punishment upon all the transgressors Striking the demons down with vengeful hand Such small hope still for it's few possessors I am truth... Light in the dark where shadows are so large Destroyed the ego, lost are personas At last the world sees you for crimes you charge &nbArcana XX
Arcana XVIIII I am revelation... A light that removes the shroud from your eyes. Out of hiding comes the sins of the past. The Shadow upon Earth withers and dies. The truth will come out of it's disguise at last. I am constant... I am there even when you know it least. The first thing to want, the last thing to leave. Lasting beyond the living and deceased. Forever alone without reprieve. I am given... A blessing, I want nothing in return. I exist just to make each life sublime. So very much to teach yet noneArcana XVIIII
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