Obelisk.

[e11even]

Idolater. Novice.
You reek of weak.
You pose in prose script;
lips that move, but don't speak.
Yet those that know this
focus solely on large shoes... excusing small feet.
these trappings're wrappings of holistic solace...
the bacterial film enveloping the meat.
You reside in a coccoon of fabrication.
Lies are the crevices creasing your dream-laden motif.
Cryptic truths; blunt tales... ego's postulation.
Sails flail on ships never chartered.
Revered as you regale your congregation
endearing your cloak with chinks partnered.
Followers forgive. It's contagious.
You entertain til the malaise hits.
Then the God is but a man,
an obelisk to the brainless.

[Zen]

Hello Vivid. There was some very nice use of language used throughout this piece. They were subtle but there for a purpose and I dug that. The "solely focus on large shoes" was an example of what I mean. It's clever writing. You laid down the foundation of what you wanted, and for such a short piece it was enjoyable. Well done.

[e11even]

Thanks zen. I had a faint idea, scribbled it out and hoped for the best lol.

[Saila]

I liked the poetry feel this had to it. The schemes you used gave it that vibe. Bit short, and I'd liked to have seen more to this, cuz I was really enjoying it. I'll look out for more of your work.

[e11even]

Thanks for the feed :)