Arena of Concealment

the image of the world I live in born into to fall into oblivion is the huge arena of illusion & deceit nothing's real - not a thing curtain call & the show starts commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing lape of redemption clowns the masters of disguise are man's prototype my fear of the future increase this arena is crowded with clowns - curtain call & the show starts just one tear releases a violent river