Deception, blame, lies.
No beauty in this broken statue
Sword in hand, shield at the ready.
The maker? A fiend
With glib tongue and beautiful eyes
The 'creator'
A scoff -
His creations mirror who he is
Broken
Imperfect
They also show fear
Of creating something beautiful
So he limits himself
Through his work
Exaggerated actions only leading to
Anticlimax
Hope proffered as a thin string
Only to be broken whimsically
All that's left is to rebuild
Retool
And hope to create beauty.
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