The Truth of Many Lies

The Truth Of Many Lies Prose, Instead of my non-inclusive poem Gravity has no tolerance. Laws have no tolerance. Tragedy has no tolerance. The truth has not a way to give one iota from its conviction. There are not many truths. There is however, what is and what is not, and at any part of that scale of what is and what is not, a self inserted place (adspace) to label a wish-stamp of self esteemed belief (a textbox-picture show/stage of illusion (of a pride/lust of selfishness (self gratification/prideful masturbation)). Actions suffer either what the heart wants or what the illusioned parasite of sins temptation wants; as it seeks entry (it lies to the heart to get its fingers the heart. It lies about integrity and its integrity and motive/motif). The heart, in its purity or innocence naturally sides with Truth. So Truth's face must be disguised and replaced to keep you from it. Pharmakeia is a gateway, a drug. This is the sleazy fingering method of infiltration and corruption. Get rid of the lies and the sin. The self needs a guide. For the self is a child. A bit of a selfish and spoiled child that needs structure and integrity. It is these latter things that the sin competes with and erodes through hooks, shortcuts, flatteries and illusionary pleasures (gifts of pharmakeia). And that self/Gratification is a shiny gift-box packaged with a chain-bow of diverse eye candies that do not read from its ingredients. Instead, it says look over there ! For Inside is the snare of confusion, a rotten fruit hatched Tekilla-sand-worm soaked in, pouncing with the silky tangle of web (enslavement, then eventually, frustration and destruction.)