This Ruined Road
If today were gamely played
Upon the brightest lit stage
I could barely see the face at stake
As anything more than
A failed fate, facile fiction
A sad attempt at contradiction
Lies from a liar
Shed the same skin
As the truths that fall from those bitter lips
Lies from a liar
Pierce the same skin
As the rapier slaying our future
Darkened and bound
Darkness ahead
Ruination behind
This ruined road
He shall make us mad as a parade of mercurial hatters, tattered
His very genius taken by the infection
Of the device of his own creation
Lies from a liar
Shed the same skin
As the truths that fall from those bitter lips
Lies from a liar
Pierce the same skin
As the rapier slaying our ruined future
Writer/s: Anapfora
