THE MASKS ARE OFF
THE MASKS ARE OFF
The masks are off the scars are seen,
Life can no longer be lived serene.
Not that it ever was but the masks hid the truth,
Covers on a reality horrible and uncouth.
False hopes of sand slip through fingers,
Scorpion’s truth is the nature of their stingers.
The mask is stung a million cracks appear,
It falls to earth and the monsters form is clear.
Truth showers the Oracles cleansing the birth,
Of clearer visions as evil is removed from the earth.
Alison Buzzotta © The Millenium Years 2003
The masks are off the scars are seen,
Life can no longer be lived serene.
Not that it ever was but the masks hid the truth,
Covers on a reality horrible and uncouth.
False hopes of sand slip through fingers,
Scorpion’s truth is the nature of their stingers.
The mask is stung a million cracks appear,
It falls to earth and the monsters form is clear.
Truth showers the Oracles cleansing the birth,
Of clearer visions as evil is removed from the earth.
Alison Buzzotta © The Millenium Years 2003
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