The juxtaposition between what we proclaim and what we give ourselves over to.
This world wants monsters to lurk in every household
A snarling manifestation of our collective misery made incarnate
We drift into the decidedly dark
and the desirability of essential escape from the foreign
Seen as a simple sort of lark;
A subscription to the twisted prism of the less boring
The commanding,
the demanding,
the consummate
While the people pride themselves on carrying on;
Enduring
Substituting the salient for the false god of what appears apt; alluring
If the truth be told to spit upon the spark
That denial and Satan has been methodically obscuring
©2009 J. K. Bradford
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