Jan 7
2 min read
The Disciples of Mephisto.
I listen; I know they believe you to be very clever, a master of deception. I am playing the jester to your clowns. I know that out of sight, they spit a viper’s venom; their words are as toxic.
The narcissists look in the mirror; they prim and admire their colourful feathers. How beautiful and clever they believe themselves to be. They talk to each other; they believe the world is as they perceive it. They send…
