decades twisted travel

time you thought was real

sacked by a pretender

pawns on the wheel


was there a hint

did we miss a trick or two

but surely not this place

never me or you


but when facades are gone

none left to impress

the stench of hubris rises

kissing a fat demon

in a dress


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