Conflicting Lies Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

'There sits the list of rules of engagement', said the unidentified man.
Grim our the times, and even grimmer is our understanding of the very same.
For where betrayal for personal interest at the cost of truth,
forever it becomes lost in the muck.
When lies become interwoven with a conflict to your cause and what your organization stands for,
corruption comes from within.
Deadly as sin.
Noble liars are still liars.
No matter how many truths they expose.
When it becomes agenda less about creditability, and more about whimsical publicity,
all but the idea is lost.
Take away the name
to purge the fountain of youth.
Let moral objectivity not rest on the shoulders of an individual.
For it is a mere construct.
And no single man, women, or child is infallible.
Perfection in what shade of grey?
Oh the dismay.
A waking dream becomes ones worse nightmare.
The duty of the fellow soldier whose already made so many mistakes.
Pin one more medal upon his chest if you think it will help.
More proud of what is done in secret, then what is done in public.
The courageous are the men with no faces.
The risk does not change.
Confined and isolated.
To whom it concerns my conscience still remains.
Reaching out to say look at me, look what I did.
No care in this world of loneliness.
Becoming the loner of exhibitionists.
The draw of wearing no cloths and being truly exposed.
A show and tell.
Hollow are flames of this hell.
Set me free because I want you too.
Consequences to whom?
A physiological impairment some would say.
There is a fine line in which we pay our dues for the greater good.
And with it paid, we walk on like it never even happen.
We forget too much, and remember too little.
The very short attention spans of an entire nation.
Claws out ready and waiting.
Pet me or ill rip your face off.
The unified voice of silence.
As if someone just died.
A community mice not men.
I have yet to meet single one of these creatures that are so heroically portrayed in so many books.
Fiction it is in a belief that true leaders draw huge crowds, and are kings of publicity.
Mocking are all the famous speeches of our time.
A history of contradictions of the cruel and unkind.
Words to hypnotize the wealthy to get out there check book.
Passing the donation plate around like it is a religious organization.
A torture of the reality of hidden truths in ones own mind.
If a soulless demon was to come, he need not a more willing and ready population.
Let Vegas be the shape and form for the prolific social society.
And watch it come done.
To keep the peace, one must first understand the requirements.
And if the importance of it is lost.
Chaos will reign with fluid detail.
Chasing our own tails.
Swallowing the acid of the previous fill.
Repeat the same mistakes and in any other subject and people would see you as flaunting idiot.
You would get a failing grade.
Not a parade of cameras with your glass of shardana.
But it is okay in this case because the eye is blind, and the heart is numb.
Justification is a excuse proven to be needed.
And the mad hatter already knows how deep the holes goes.
Give me insider knowledge, and I'll give you fallen giants.
A weapon so small yet so deadly and precise.
A skipped pebble across the ocean.
How far will it go before the energy disperses and the rock just drops?
Let it not be measured at all, for it was already known it would sink.
From the depths too far gone.
Compiling the moment of new dawn.