This is the second day of the challenge of the 100 days of poetry that I am attending, and by the second day I have prepared the postings in both my native language and English, as I would like to elaborate a text with more complex words than I can think by writing only in English. I hope that as well as the first post I wrote yesterday for this challenge, that too is to my liking my dear readers.
I will repeat part of the style of the first post, incorporating into the text an alter ego, whose purpose is to bring out a certain message. For those who like symbolism and analogy, this will be another dose of yesterday's wine.
My Sweet poison
Everyday
In this web
Full of connections
I launch
a bait
a rumor
and Illusions
Easy are
To meet
My flies
Just flying
Making routes
To my webs
And they're
Just dying
These webs
As you see
So perfect
In their lies
Eight eyes
Are waiting
To your death
My little flies
In your veins
My poison
Is just sowing
My merchandise
Turning you
My voice
My web
From the primeval
The slave
The minion
The voice
Of the Evil
Thank you dear readers for reading my post. My intention was to present a disastrous figure of ideologies, making people trapped by the goals of an ideal, because of these flies always fly to their webs that are the "veins" of their own prey.
I am one of those who sees all this political hysteria of our daily life as something harmful and its ideologies are composed of several lies that only serve to deceive.
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