D.T. & M.T.

You worship at his altar and believe every word spoken through botox bonded lips.
Tangerine hues colour his pale pampered skin as he mouths words of the one truth.
There lingers a touch of malaria on his cheek as he meets and greets your love.
The one and only god of material heaven on earth caress your deeply held beliefs.
You cling ardently to the truth you were born and raised to love without question.
As the world spins out of time and the wall falls, you stare blindly into the sun.

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