Three Fates spew caustic sputum
from the mouth of denial,;
spinning tangled threads of life
in the subliminal isthmus of conscience,
woven in the wicked web of words
gestating in the acquiescence of innocence,
Delilah sells trust
from the gateway of antiquity
as the apothecary mixes lies
with a bitter pill of injustice.
Compounding a placebo
for the circus of the senate.
Breaching the bowels of the labyrinth,
before the schism of Hades,
the barking carnies
lobby in the sideshow
for the house of smoke and mirrors.
The divided sides’ paradigm……
A theorem of two faith’s ambiguity
results in a cataclysmic debacle
as the orators pound their chests
and posture for the spoils.
Eroding the chasm of dogma.
While the uncovered languish
under dirty linen in forgotten beds,
thrown from aseptic hallways
by the sanatorium of neglect.
The immoral hide the stain of Cain
behind a mask of manipulation,
and spin a rope of reprehensive promises
imbued with lies.
Like the metamorphosis of thunder
their wasted breath is a malodorous breeze.