Death is Perfect

A clear blue sky lacks definition,
A blank slate characterless,
Beware of the one without blemish,
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets.
Enemies with flaws
Will learn to handle
Lily white friends,
Suspicion will poison minds.
Even the supreme ones
Of all faiths
Must have some failings
To create us mere mortals.
Strive for perfection,
Never perfect.
Death is perfect,
End of the road.
Useless. 

Web

Web of lies that I spun
Entrapping people in its deadly grip
Berating my enemies to death

Web I spread far and wide
Ensnaring my victims
Bleeding then slowly till they die

Web world wide helped me spread
Empire that I could not have dreamt
By means ethical to grow full to the brim

Web so devious and bombastic
Empty with false promises trumpeted
Bewildered poor souls bamboozled

Web of mine is attracting new victims
Encircling like a vulture I survey
Bedazzled fools coming to play

Web so strong I weave
Enter at your own risk if you dare
Beware, once in, exit closed forever

Web of steel it is not
Entrapped in it one day I may
But till then time to enjoy and make hay

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