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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Beneath those red heels, the devils plotting

Oh yes we fall down on our knees
but do we really?

The absolute control they feel
and the scoffs and snickers they've had
at the power they have
is it reality?

Who has the last laugh we question?
or are we just as foolish and ignorant
are we weak and soft
because beauty is but a vice

we are all superficial creatures no doubt
and so are they

because under these heels, polishing
and then coloring what we want
absconding with bits and pieces of
what may-be soul

for all these twists and turns
and false cycle of illusionary power
who eventually gains
who eventually loses

segregation has no qualms
the line blurred
the upper-hand is no longer determined
by the surfacial

but by the twisted soul that resides within
which pleasures in the falling
the writhing and the demise
of the suffering

because only the master puppeteer
fully controls
the puppets puppetry



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