Con

To lose faith devoted to liars. 

To give yourself to your desires. 

To pick petals off blooming flowers. 

To convey you have too much power. 

The Realm becomes your levity reprimand.

Disaster permits, calamities foreordain.

You, growing tiresome of this aptitude.

Trapped in the Oubliette of The Conned and Lewd.

Reproduction daunted by segregation.

Mitigation began your reputation.

Tasked by creation for self-preservation.

Producing ordained distillate deflation.

What an unjust con headed, by the Idol Shepard.

Teaching hypocrisy by a hypocrite's record.

"Tricks, bitter, glum, wail,

you are rigorous; expired bail.

"Games, twists, sour, magic,

to tell the tale: to tail the tragic.

Opinions, opinions, opinions, credences:

predetermine The Era of Geniuses.