The Bitter Truth

Beneath the veils of lilywhite

Are images cast in shadow and smoke

Mere words fail to describe the sight

Depictions are shielded from we common folk

Meanings are lost and never regained

To those who venture into the chasm

Forevermore,these souls have remained

In a struggle between spirit and spasm

For the only ones which understand

And comprehend the "hows" and "whys"

Are seated at the Son's gentle right hand

Reflecting upon us with passive eyes

Only they know,but they won't reveal

Behind pursed lips,solutions are kept

As we rotate eternal on that spinning wheel

While,under the carpets,the remnants are swept

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