Inescapable Truth Poem by Mater Umbrarum

There is a single secret that hides in plain sight
A mystery that flies above our heads just like a kite
Ever following and always lingering in the shade
Of all we are, ever since we've been made

Run down the stairs, and you'll find it's claws on you glued
Cross a busy street and yet you'll find that you still fall
Prey to the machinations that within have been sewed
Covered by a thin layer of flesh, posing to be small

For we are dust, yet mighty Kings and Queens
We are Gods and Titans masquerading as Fiends
Yet the lies that to ourselves we constantly tell
Cannot conceal that which in Truth will always dwell

That we are Death masterfully disguised as life itself
Dancing in the never dimming ballroom of pretense
We wear the mask of the living like a playful shell
And like the arm of an artful bowman, life's tether is ever tense

About to snap, about to bend
Even if all we do is pretend
For from within resides
The deadly nature that to our heart hides

So we plunder and maim and kill
Hoping to somehow our minds and hearts fill
Yet it is nothing but an inescapable sin
That Death should always call out for its kin