It must be gone - said the imposture

I want to see what's there

I want to unveil the true one you are, 

the one you're hiding behind that shell. 

I want to see the unseen

to untangle the tangled

I want to unravel the eternity. 

But the one you are is kept enclosed, 

deliberately outlined, so no one would get in.

The one, to which I feel intimately exposed

in a manner so neat, and pure, and clean. 

I want to see what's there

Yet, i know you know that we both know 

We can't, they told us so. 

But no man with virtue

shall follow the idle set of rules - 

only meant to buy and sell the purity of his soul. 

Now thrown away in that mud of fraud and hoax, 

lays the soul - subdued and tortured, 

now dressed up in those foolish humane laws

which know not more than imposture.