In The Beginning

The wolves’ teeth
Are sharp
Ivory daggers
Dripping
With
Bloodlust betrayal
A striking contrast
From what was shown
Yet
Is it really our fault
When we believe
What we are shown?
What we are told?
When we take someone
At their word?
When we become
Pawns or puppets
By lies!
By trickery!
We all see
What we want to see
In the beginning
Until the truth
Sinks its teeth into us!
Somehow
In some strange way
The bitter taste
Of
Truth
Comes as relief
In the form of reality
Painfully pushing us forward
Like fuel in a pist...