We watch our painted walls as the canvas moves. We point our wands and demand it to change. We point our eyes and demand them to eat. We lick our lips and give mock request.
“Something pure please” we say “Something charity sweet”
We demand, but never for the real. Give us trickery and fake, we surely do love it, we demand.
“Let us consume their work” we say “Then claim it as ours”
But how can we? A lie doesn’t last. The half life is known to give, break, and then expunge. And the world is wising to the truth. The real truth. And what is real truth you ask? Isn’t truth simply that, truth?
Fool!
Truth is only what we make it. Counted and ordered, stationed and postured, Guns and Ammo. Truth is always created when taken.
Don’t think like us? Be{oh-so}ware.
Don’t talk like us? Befuckin{oh-so}scared.
Like only goliaths can, we will boast and kill. And enforce ours, encroach yours, and win. We will it, we name it, this is our truth.
But you are wising, you already have. To the thought that maybe that which was stolen was actually you giving. Surely deception, but not one we can repeat. Not one in which you will accept.
“Something pure please” we whisper “Something charity sweet”
But at your knowing, you will stop. And when you do, we will fail.
