The crown of identity
The peak of character
What's hoped, What's lost
Rebuked to stand true-faced,
Conformed to the greater countenance,
Said now, "What you are is in your heart,"
So not to wear it on your face.
Twisted, Mangled, Made to form,
Beauty, Innocence, and Joy.
Masks shrinking, choking,
Distorting whats below.
Transformed into potential,
Changed to expectations,
No longer what was good,
Morphed to what was "better".
Scratching, Tearing, Ripped to shreds,
Ignorance, Apathy, and Lies.
Better to be faceless,
Than masked behind faith.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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