Night of the Iguana

And as yet another ill-forgotten season, passes These multitudes persist to masquerade, Vegetate with all too apparent veneers Glistening, amongst pearly-whites As they Ignore the vigorous revolts of conscience, begging The facades displayed to perfection Cemented by false insecurities, perceived impurities And so their existence shall remain Unquestioned by those, Ignorantly blind For in the end, they shall Falter As hope begins to trickle through the hidden cracks, The chipped corners of those with virtuous ambitions Refusing to engage in a mere Sheepishly camouflaged existence And hopefully, Should these visors be raised? Eventually Honor them by valor of Thor & Valkyrie