Folie a Deux
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To Apollyon's, never ending curse
..............Folie A Deux..............
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The Convention!
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