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.