Reason and Cause

We listen, through listening take one side or another. Claiming truth for this decision, turning against those who decide other. Yet, What is truth? Is it the first seed planted in an angry field, or the first fruit plucked from a tree of hate? Is it a voice that cries in the wilderness, or the ears that hear the cries? No greater truth exists then, we don't know. From birth to death and all the innocent deaths between. To find reason and cause never sleep together, nor are they lovers. Reason seeks truth without cause, cause seeks reasons for cause. Are we a voice heard by our own ears? Always searching, to open our minds to the choir of truth and lies, sold as a need, by salesmen, to fill empty spaces of self interest, that quickly pass. Arguments begin, tones become louder and louder. Ears hurt, hearts become impaled by ignorance, while the world turns, and reason can't be found laying in a bed where cause now sleeps. The countless deaths. For what purpose? To reign in hell a King, though briefly, finding laughter disturbing. To hear the echo of our thoughts ring hollow, in our understanding. We bow before the God of our own illusions, while we wander over the bodies of the dead, carrying the weapon of our own destruction, intolerance.