The marbles, dispersed, and unconstrained float carelessly,
Magnetise,
Mobilise,
Into perfect linearity.
As the magnetic force begins to falter, the marbles begin to fray,
I find myself between realities,
Of which neither I can appease,
The delineation between chaos and order grow evermore astray.
There are no gaps here in linearity,
None through which for me to fall,
Not a gap in between which I can crawl.
Though in the safety of constraint I am, in fact, unfree.
The marbles, in linearity, and constrained, they are perfunctory,
De-magnetise,
De-mobilise
Imperfectly, into uncertain foray and insensible folly.
Maim the drums of Truth
And sear callous palms
To beat the congas of Lie:
Yet, Truth will make its sound
Tear; mutilate the psalms of Truth
And renew the muse of the bards
To publish the proverbs of Lie:
Still, Truth will be read
Exile; ostracize Truth to distant lands
And prepare the thorn-throne
To crown Lie the king:
Soon, Truth will be enthroned
Mask; conceal the visage of Truth
And array the countenance
To unveil the beauty of Lie:
With the veil, Truth will prevail
Imprison; confine that man called Truth
And give freedom-feathers
To that man called Lie to fly:
Surely, Truth will still soar
Mute; silence the chorus of Truth
And mobilise angelic voices
To sing the anthem of Lie aloud:
The music of Truth will endure
Lie may endure for a millenium
Truth resurrects in milliseconds
expect it to be better,
expect it to be true,
mobilise the masses thought,
cos thoughts are deeds, true blue...
polititians should talk the country up, not down....
Don
Lust for life
Glutton for punishment
Greed for good
Sloth for time
Wrath for bullies
Envy for passion
Pride for joy
Mobilise the angels
We’ve a job to do.
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