The Illusionist

The gloves have been removed

Lets see it to the end

May the better man prevail

With hopes that we can bring

Some closure to this nightmare

Never speak of this again

They say kill your idols

Yet idols are the source of inspiration

With one exception

When the chosen prove to be

Everything but what they are

Slipping through the cracks

Creating peace of mind

Quaintly slithers down your back

Undetected, creeps behind

Siphoning the very structure

Built upon false pretenses

Crumbled reality

Welcomes lividity

It's becoming real

Let's put a stop to this

The past reveals

What you have become

A boundless black oasis

Consuming swelling scorn

A helpless apparition

Refusing to make right

What's been destroyed by your hand

When all has been forsaken

I will be the one

To hold you to this promise

This war has come to you

There will no longer be carnage

In the house of brothers

This game of smoke and mirrors

Has been revoked