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The Life Painted

On the fine surface of the wall,
Hanging, shines is the golden frame
Flaunts painted masterpiece of all,
With gold, they shimmer, all the same,
But all the gleam belies the hue,
Deceives the eye from what is true

Behind the sheen of vivid glow
Is the dimmest shade of charcoal,
Dark as the colour of sorrow
Peace and order is my lost soul;
By wrath of God, I was victim,
But for the paint, no eyes have seen

With the merriest touch of dye,
I do live in a paradise;
And with the neglection of lie,
The doom underground shall arise!
The honest form of my being
Beyond the false joy is dying!

© 2019 Eyji Noblesmith

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