Evolutions Disguise

Look into the eyes,
Of that one,
Whom you prize.

Look into their eyes,
Feed their disguise.

White porcelain flesh,
In perfection glow,
Dotted with gold.
Deceive all,
Hatred thrown.

Deep within;
The thunder cracks.
The thorns pierce.
That hand slaps you back.

Nature Rides,
Evolutions Disguise.
Coated in gold,
Porcelain never grows old.