False Idol Read Count : 59
Category : Poems
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Oh behold the kings of gold and wood, that betray you as they would.
The words they speak inflame your heart, manipulating you like sculpting art.
That man or woman does not stand at your side, leaving you to die.
I speak of no hero or master who is worth, but yet they stand there abating.
You are not the hero painted by him, you are a traitor created by them
He cast illusions of grandeur over your eyes, keeping you gripped from inside.
What man would steal away all good it's good, using it for his own evil.
Words which imprisoned your heart, can be set free giving you a fresh start.
Should he come knocking at your door again, tell the evil it will not hold you again.
For blood they take away, only for their own ends until you refuse to obey.
Be shunned and persecuted then and your eyes be opened to the evil that is them.