May 15 2008
VOGUE
This aeon is treacherous;
An age of strife, evil and wickedness
We see only masked faces
Turning our life into masquerades;
Feigned smiles, convincing flatteries,
Fetish beliefs, false promises;
All carrying a shackle attached to their ankles.
High- octane thoughts, high pitched laughter,
Like the crackling of thorns, under a pot,
High-speed affability, pretending hypocrites;
Hyperbolic utterances, simulated snobbishness.
When man loves [...]
