the moon is a mockery;
its light is a farce.
for i know the moon intrinsic
is as dark as my heart.
and it hideth that bright sun
whilst stealing its great light.
and it shines apparent shimmer
against even darker night.
the moon is no yegory;
it is rather apep.
with supposed great gestures
it calls me to forget
to forget not just sinners
but the justice friends too.
may those who cry out for mercy
be reduced to taboo.
so let misery commence!
and let good men go bad
and let bad men go badder
and let all lose our dad.
and let deception reign king and
let us put up no fight.
may we call, at last,
for an end to the light.
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[postscript]
but the sun still shines
elsewhere.
so I will travel
there.