Thorough Glimpse
All it took was a thorough glimpse
to notice the words were just ink,
that there was nothing more to all the
adorations and processions, it was a
joke. Well played, they concede.
The pages never hurt me, the pictures
never scar me, they never do, never do,
never do. I've played my part as the doll
now let them take over, my time was up
and I was waiting for the alarm to ring.
In cold anticipation, trenchlike, passes.
They regret they dared to own what wasn't
theirs, to overteach the masses. There was
nothing more to it though, it's sealed shut,
airtight and thought-tight, merely
see-through when desired.
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