The gods of old

The gods of old

The beings we worship 

Seem to glow so much

So much so that we fell for the fox’s trap 

We fell for that heavenly glow 

So much so we couldn’t see the fangs it was showing us 

Behind its mask of lies
We decided to believe that light instead of seeing its fur its teeth and its ears

Why are we so vulnerable to beauty 

That we fall head first into a bear trap 

Why can’t we see past the lies