sly

it stinks, it is hideous, it is obscene though beauty is mirage at least that is how the narrative goes when truth matters not because truth has become perception gold flows, buys all it is pointless to banter on what is, surely it is quite obvious what is, a tower raised towards the sky blocks out the sun becomes the place of worship dressed in another language because why try when people want so badly to believe? come tither, says the snake to the charmer who is now bewitched by his own instrument. surely, it is not unfathomable that a rebellion must come about when lust triumphs love for love is long suffering, and who wants that? better to dress an imp in shepherd clothing for the results say it all: look at the adoration! yes, yes, yes says the snake charmer - i listen i hear, i obey then the serpent caused a delusion so great that fantasy became reality, reality sneezed, became a fantasy and rather harmless. surely nothing else needs to be said when the godhead and the tail have now merged the obscene is now human.