Take them in your hand,
Your brushes, your canvas, your easel, and palettes
Paint your picture with oils, with knives and malice
Create a visage so vicious as to tilt the balance-
What the common man believes comes of what he sees.
Create the narrative, an image, shape what they perceive
And brushstroke after brushstroke watch your masterpiece emerge
A gaudy oil painting of things you felt and things you’ve heard
In it, dark images made heavy with lead
Machinations of fear, and doubt and dread
Behold a cursed image depicting perfection
And we…erroneous brushstrokes not worth respecting?