Late Summer Skies

Under late summer skies
The business of lies
Booming as usual
Nature of The Beast
Take most from the least
Among who shall be first,
Fraudulent puppets of Darkness hidden in plain view
Mouth the hollow platitudes behind teleprompter screens
Ringed with unholy fires of scripted deceptions free for a price
All paths become endless lines stretched from nothingness to void
Something is stolen, burned, buried and destroyed
The business of lies
Under late summer skies



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-08-23 at 01:37

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