Inextricable

Poor, poor, pathetic fools
mired in that Cycle,
beyond their comprehension
lulled by the promise of Warmth and Comfort
exchanged warmth and comfort in it's stead;
fools' gold for fools' gold.

Moan for them;
dead as they were,
the stillborns
entrapped in a snare;
offering their souls on the Altar
initiates of Deception, and
Victim

to the seductive goddess
on a Pedestal.