it stinks, it is hideous, it is obscene

though beauty is mirage

at least that is how the narrative goes

when truth matters not

because truth has become perception

gold flows, buys all

it is pointless to banter on what is,

surely it is quite obvious

what is, a tower raised towards the sky

blocks out the sun

becomes the place of worship

dressed in another language

because why try when people want

so badly to believe?

come tither, says the snake

to the charmer

who is now bewitched by his own instrument.

surely, it is not unfathomable

that a rebellion must come about

when lust triumphs love

for love is long suffering, and who wants that?

better to dress an imp in shepherd clothing

for the results say it all: look at the adoration!

yes, yes, yes

says the snake charmer – i listen

i hear, i obey

then the serpent caused a delusion

so great that fantasy became

reality, reality sneezed, became a fantasy

and rather harmless.

surely nothing else needs to be said

when the godhead and the tail

have now merged

the obscene is now human.