#WritcoPoemPrompt108
Falseness eulogy scuttle me in the puddle of pseudo cradle
Just as the rain started to fall, forces of good and evil instantly clashed
In circles and in twirls that darkens all thunder rumbled and lightning flashed
A momentary commotion seemed to soar me to the summit of the pylon of glory
Besiege with exuberant opiate strands that have been assimilation to infallible
Switching from dark to light so fast like glint
If you don't have a massive bedrock or extended pretense, you'll just be displaced like being excluded

Lost the meaning of everything that has been instilled
It's a game of arithmetic and trickery
Undergo all of this conviction at first, but now...