The Mask

When the dead rise to walk the land,

Some will think it a sign, so grand.

But I am here to say to you,

Think a moment before you say it’s true.

What if the dead had never died?

What if they laughed at the tears you cried?

What if they were always one big fake,

Causing drama for attention’s sake?

Four faces but just one mask,

One evil man, one evil task.

Someday soon the mask will fall,

And he’ll be known by one and all.