Your Elaborate Mask



The master who guides you
Had been gone through
The things we all knew

For you he casts an elaborate mask
To accomplish his glorious task
And to let you know he is the boss
In this wasteland where is full of loss

As hovering between right and wrong
You wear it to which you faithfully belong
And all the waves vehemently stir
Under the mask you wear

But if you have made up your mind
The hereafter might no longer be blind
Perhaps his own magic wand
Can allure you into his wonderland

Still I'm touching you solely
But that invisible shield
Has been wonderfully
Sealed
In your untrodden field.


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