telEVILtreason

Masked illusions deflect quest
windows de framing, unknown
arrivals.

Sub-layering hiding their shutters, as fits
a brilliantly poor blackening, to
enter a 1 output signal, nobody
can control. Real time vectors
distorting a blank

Forced by own driven laws.., by
fading dreams and curtain unfolds
convenience by suggestion, in shallow,
hollow distorted perception

a sacrifice of reason to maintain
to thoughtless hype -a-nosis
rusting habits under the veil

as living a old wooden stage
creaks outside tiny cracks, but
still vanishing into a true, still life
and trade it for the show.

A Vile Business. Treason,
against Billions