Masks of the Illuminati

In all and all's well,
If only one.

Paraffin sails,
Let me be free.

Endless suffering,
W.B.

The mask
Of the man.

I feel sick
Eternally,

The coven
Of the clown

4 cold scowls
Turned over,

The mask
Of the mother.

Eventually,
I will lust,

They say
I got lost,

This one-ton
Whirlwind

Of meaning,
Lost--

Dérèglement des sens et des mot
Wat?

Lust after everything,
Sustenance after thought.

Each end famous,
Each and every name,

I was fresh,
Involved with a clean face,

Sleeves pushed up, chest pumped out,
Puppy-clout.

I was empty,
Traveling around a spool of conditioning.

An un-holy craving, tightening round and round,
I was one with the sound.

Other than all the distraction,
The potted flowers placed along my hallway,

Hark--apparently appearances deceive.
Am I the alder snake

Hiding in the tall grass,
Am I the rose entrusted in a glass case?

Consummate devil in the page,  erase,
Don't look at me.

The one thing I will not say,
Something I will mull long after today,

Descry the sight of the sky turned grey,
Ayin.

Nothing more to say.