The lighthouse beacons that burn your eyes,
cut to the heart, cut through the lies;
fog of dishonesty dissolves in your gaze;
deception destroyed by those terminal rays!
Alas, all is lost! the mask falls apart;
the ruse disassembles, the end has its start.
Undoing unbearable, languishing loss;
Consumed in your furnace, discarded as dross.
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Fränz Müller (
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Excellent write
Well written with great allegory and rhyme this poem paints a picture. Nicely done
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