The wind blew so strong that it slipped
away their masks and ripped

away their garments of their soul.
Their naked mind is visible. The whole

of them is on display now.
They are unable to hide somehow.

When I looked into their eyes,
I see an endless chasm of ice.

Cold and empty,
rotten junk … plenty.

I can see only pure dirt,
so much so that my soul hurt.

Their self is so void,
any light …  it is devoid.

They smell of rot and foul,
their ways mirror a devious ghoul.

I cannot withstand them anymore,
I cannot stand their evil gore.

I pray that the wind blew again,
so that the mask embalm them again.