The Vortex of Mockery

Versus a three-dimensional pattern,
I surround the sphere of truth.
Liberate the structured impression
Of gluttony and arrogance.

Behind the mirror of melancholy,
The usurper dares to think
Of aeons of mischievous colours.
Colours contrasted with lies,
Lies contrasted with revelations.

Obscure,
Enigmatic,
Forsaken,
Why insist on absolution
Where there is none?

The vortex of mockery
Seeds into reality.
It devours all and all,
It devours the scorn,
The light of injustice
And hypocrisy.

Shattered scriptures
Enter the portal to null territories.
Stasis input,
Stasis output,
Portrait finally revealed...

A portrait finally deciphered
Into million nebulas.

The nebula of thievery
Indulged and lived
Throughout the fool's cycle.

Obscurity and betrayal
Mixed into one being...

The being of insurrection...

Vengeance is not preferable
Nor a solution...

Rotten cubes of laughter...

Left in the earth...

End of psychosis...

© Marcel Jr. Nault 2008