Seated on the throne of deceit,
what possible truth could one see,
and in that pretense and delusion of control,
what could appear righteous and whole
when so narrow the perspective.
For some control is needed,
an affectation of insecurity and paranoia,
yet truly there is no control
when lies are the foundation of what is told
and in darkness only, they strive.
Lies become a shield against truth,
the truths of ineptitude wanted hidden,
for without this standing of illusion,
there is little worth, just confusion
and a wanting life in panic.
The longer the pretence,
the more profound the tether,
the guise so embedded becomes real,
and no matter one’s argument for truth,
there can be no believing of a ruse.
And fashion they do their entire lives,
each fault the blame of something else,
each failure absolved in their righteous self,
as their shallow world spins their wants,
they the reflection of all they are not.
Pity I feel for these lost,
for there is no redemption for the lies,
as they hurt so many and its no surprise
they die empty, bereft of truth
and deluded beyond light.
I have tried to talk reason,
to entice spiritual awareness,
but what hope is there from their perspective,
they are never wrong and you in questioning,
contradict their world of controlling.
So lost are they, love is shallow in their eyes,
as they trust not another life,
just a potential betrayal of their delusion,
to uncover their veiled hearts,
and so they pretend, with slit eyes watching.
Tony DeLorger © 2017