An Illustrated Hand
The illustrated hand,
Forever holding me back with faltered reason and horrid speculation.
They’ve been slipping lies into my existence
For centuries, gripping the neck of common sense and truth
And twisting so the air is slow and wanton,
Entrapped and hidden in their book of lies.
The illustrated hand has you more than I,
It depends on the simple minded greed of the masses,
And you are the masses,
Too engulfed in yourselves to imagine,
Let alone worry or care about the truth.
How controlled you are,
And how blind to that controlling hand…
Do not worry, I know that you do not care…
I seriously doubt that you even know how to truly care.