Distant, perhaps, from a world of lies,
of dissonant shrieks, disheartening cries,
I extend an invitation to you and your kind
to a place where they welcome the wise
Come as yourself, come under a guise,
but either way, be prepared to rise
to the occasion, best not be surprised
when you feel your soul lifted to the skies,
And now, it seems, everywhere, all eyes
are on you as you roam with delights,
and how the delight defies what we surmise
that time seems to fly under a disguise
of an infinity of tries, it pries
away from an existence,of lust and pride
searching for some sort of ultimate prize,
but there's no prize besides what lies
beneath the dark shadow of greed's size
can it not be said that we all despise
the disgusting lies that lie inside?
the envy, the lust is a tool that pries
and carves away at us; it belies
the nature of a reality, jaded and disguised,
the veil of the world leaves us surprised
and uninformed when the times arise;
we give up our souls as everyone dies,
but is that loss naught but our ultimate demise?
Only time will tell.