Creeping fig
By LordBrosnian
Love - a fickle statement mongst the liars and the thiefs
Which prey upon the waning confidence
Of scissle ears so eager to embrace a noble cause
(And) Of your treachory can make no sense
Much like the baleful ivy dost you skulk across the walls
Once pure with all the radiance of love
Feasting on once piquant cracks - ethereal facade
Ruining the skin once bright above
With vile roots you settle like a diadem of filth
(but) Fro' the naked eye no solvent judgement may be passed
Fecund - crazed and sinuous they marvel at your web
Unknowingly Exalting feral harm
Unfortunate - Tis often seen - fresh water 'pon your silt
From hands of fools whom feed you with sweet words upon the grass
Serpentine you slither claiming still more peers which ebb
Thier sense of hope relinquished as a star
(But) fool! I say to thee with no intentions of Rebuke
I see you creep as fig - The wall your feast!
Sweeping over innosence like frothy waves 'pon shore
Within this verse the truth must be released
Philanthropist, oh brother man, Oh wise one is your name
Within this stare you hold the bleak importance of a rat
So feed you shall I feed your righteous maw until it splits
Revealing all the lies which make you fat