Disillusion.

In the complexities of this transient world,
You see faces masquerading bubbles,
Which choke you, inside they’re empty.
Empty like a vacuum.
I learned it from that pages, yellowing.
(Their ink now evaporating.)
Shocked with the electric tales
of Entangled false brewery.
Mastering in creating cob webs.
They are black widows, which sting.
They were anopheles which sucked the blood.
They were bladder worms too, that inhabited
Deep, deep inside the muscles.
(don’t consume it)
Until they vituperate and castigate.
They were such brutal ferals.
.
Disguised as sheep, as diety.
Believe them not on their mockery,
For they are entangling black magicians.
Jinxing and putting curses.
Come out of this deluge,
Come out before the sun sets.
Break the cage, come out.
.
Plague shall fall on them eventually,
For strings delicate, conducting gratitude,
Pride, honor, mirth…
Dissolved in their aqua Regia.
There exist then reprisal, reprimand
from the universe’s law, channnelising
and running this world that has an obdurate gaze on everyone.

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This is for the prompt that I myself asked from Novus lectioin the comments. Apart from this she also host daily word prompt contest, if you are looking for it. Give it a go.

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