Beloved

They that are beloved above all,
although they are the greatest of liars.

They that live false lives,
and are glorified for their deception.

They that play death before us,
and live vigorous lives.

Are the deceivers of our days,
The veil to our eyes,

The somber face to our laughter.
They that know, yet do not tell

Blind us with their tainted light
coax us with their silver tongue

guide us into the night,
stray away from every chance of hope,

They are our Beloved