The Ugly

Unthinkable is the thought of hypocrisy that revealed

Ultra violet light ran flashing clear until it became a veil of translucence

Clearly it thought the ugly could become a searing thought that could be revoked and stoked to nothing

Compelling was it to all that mindless bowed acquiesce proceeded on the merry changeable parade of destruction

Still it demanded commanded more as the march began to succeed it laughed high with cruelty of ages of developed aeon of inner cheer

Progressively passive it still left none to chance for it grew grew until pain escalated clear to all for passive was what but a game of chance

The ugly slithered here there making sure all knew them for deception is the play of a hand that duped the world until it cried tears of sad knowledge that age gathered wool and felt conceit of sure duplicity for a fool was not sleeping but was outnumbered

Click click it mattered not for it gathered more more more until weary because the strategic play instead of secrecy and decrepit became the idol of worship that forgot youth and future

It mattered not because time equaled brevity that failed to understand that tolerance was mingled with pity and compassion of fully done for the ugly persist for dominance and pretension to one to one when revealed to many

By

Felicia McCaw