One Kingdom

the Blind Mime stands,
a eulogy to his broken creation,
waiting for the world to stare at his satire.
The show he performs is counterfeit...Fake.
Faces have but one lie, a front;
objects have but one trick, a purpose.
Charming charisma has been his only saving grace. Oh,
what a bittersweet redemption it has been!
The show he performs has no truth...Mockery.
Faces have but a front, their singular lie;
objects have but a purpose, their singular trick.

In the land of the artificial, the Blind Mime performs the only reality.
In the land of the apocryphal, the Blind Mime is king.

the One-Eyed Man sits,
a eulogy to his freakish creation,
pondering at the world through his greek tragedy.
The world he sees is two-dimensional...Flat.
Faces have but one side, a front;
objects have but one side, a purpose.
Crystal clarity has been his only saving grace. Oh,
what a bittersweet redemption it has been!
The world he sees has no depth...Shallow.
Faces have but a front, their singular side;
objects have but a purpose, their singular side.

In the land of the blind, the One-Eyed Man sees what no one else can.
In the land of the blinded, the One-Eyed Man is king.