who's behind the curtain?Mature

Red velvet,
soft as the voice
caressing your mind -
plucking at your morals
and humming delicately
against your filthy urges.
You dirty, dirty boy.

And so you tread
across the stage,
follow the light
ahead to reveal
your yellow brick road - 
head towards the light.
It's never been a train, yet.

What do you know,
silly boy - you're just
a passing thought -
won't you listen?
You can trust us, child,
we've been around longer than you.

Who's behind the curtain, anyway?

The End

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