Silly Semblance Of Life

To those of you, who stood with evil, instead of against it, let me tell you...at a time, unknown to you...you will be taken, to answer for what you've done. But here is the bitterness of it. You will discover, when the beast, has withdrawn, for the light upon it...you are left 'alone'. 

All the service that you paid, in hell's amusement...'perks' you swallowed, in the 'heady times', while other's suffered, will no longer be forthcoming, but the realization...'you were used!' You were used, and wanted to be used, because...you thought, 'it meant something!' 

It meant 'nothing', to your master's. They left 'allegiance' long ago...sold it for a sou, the same as they've done you. Now, you must face 'that', you had bought off, you thought, but 'that' were priceless...and cannot be bought. 

Now, you are an empty act, upon a lightless stage, all hollow notes and brass...sounding 'off', the world 'entire', ashamed of you. So dance there, in the dark...jigging, jigging on, that silly semblance of life, like, the damned 'hanged man', or woman...that you are!


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: The hanged man, Rider-Waite Tarot