Munching On Leftover Beliefs

The beginning is coming. The ending has already gone. And those who can not see this... Stubbornly sit in a wishful process. In the hopes that tomorrow will restore yesterday. And anyone who had witnessed yesterday, Is relieved that it has gone away. Since most of yesterday had masqueraded the truth. And more of that comes to arrive soon. With deceit depleted as an appetizer. For those finally getting a taste of the main entrée. Free of pricks implanted to burst champagne bubbles. To be served... And found to be unnerving to anyone, Munching on leftover beliefs... That they had been invited as special guests. And removed are those scenes, Fed to the thieves to instill caviar dreams. 'Honey... Why have the servants adorned their heads, With glimmering, gold encrusted crowns? It's so chic! And reminiscent of something pyramidish! How quaint. Maybe they are going to entertain us with something tribal? '