Intending to elude the truth with
Little whispered words and screaming
Lies, you paint a lavish picture over a base of
Untruths, overshadowing reality with
Subliminal beauty. The admirers of artwork only see what the artist
Intends, the superficial surface texture. We all bow down to the father
Of illusion, spirit of deceit and the son of lies. The illusion is unbreakable, unbendable, bit it
Never becomes what it isn't. True.