Being a Goddess

I am trapped

inside that pretty picture

reflects on the deceit

and the heat.

The light in the candles

sears my soul.

they worship and garland

and sing paeans to me.

I was killed

aeons ago

and buried

out of sight.

Replicas are installed

in every town hall

to deceive

and conceal my plight.

Creation, Preservation

and Destruction

all continue swiftly

in a higher gear.

Myths are created

Ignorance preserved

to destroy the Truth,

that they so fear.