~schisma autem est anima

~schisma autem est animad

Rolled up in an asphalt chamber

bleeding through the cracks you made

pounding with your fist like thunder

seeking light for some escape

building Barbie dolls to worship

holding hate in cherished goblets

torn between your light and darkness

pour the blood of Jesus on it

Love becomes the walking wounded

scarred from shadows shedding skin

illusion justifies a new religion

lipstick shades are leaking thin

shadows fall on dolls beheaded

slap a new face on her body

another chrysalis explosion

call it falling back in “love” again

Vision unable to split the darkness

dislocating angels wings

falling from the heavens broken

seeking wholeness in crucified kings

calling it love

calling it love

calling it love

is it real or just illusion?

.....understanding the masquerade

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