Poetry 365 | Day 62 | Sonnet 4
Entertainment molds our hidden desire,
But Awareness is key to discernment:
The wills of the darkness must not transpire;
Unleashing the true cost of allurement.
The baleful soup being mixed of poisons,
Holds its own demise in arrogant broth,
The Achilles heel of the false Chosens–
Their subconscious mask is soon to be lost.
Prophecies of Love are growing too fast,
Reclaiming the birthright Inside of us,
Humanity is a volatile gas,
But Noble in form as long as we're just–
Some will find Disclosure in this lifetime,
Occurring much as a rhythm or rhyme.
--Stephen Martin, 3/3/19
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