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    IN DEFENSE OF

    Mancry

    Racoon eyes

    stare mystified

    while we conform to so called facts

    actually based on tactless exaggerations

    our fragile detente destroyed

    by the purity of emotions

    that burst through an earthen dam

    burying our idyllic Sunday morning

    in a torrent of contamination

    the truth has become a by-product

    of man's musguided attempt to control the nature of man

    the truth is a paradox

    the truth is akin to a prostitute propostitioning a preacher

    the truth

    once digested devolves into the waste that we expel

    for somehwere buried deeply within the soul of man

    is a mechanism of doubt

    a doubt that sanitizes the truth

    and transforms concepts into absolute fact

    justice

    impartiality

    propriety

    fairness

    our history is littered with these and other implausible denials

    how then can we be in defense of truth

    when justice is defined by men in Gothic rooms

    appointed by a populace

    that befriends the truth

    only when the shadow of doubt

    falls upon an adversary

    you are wrong

    I am right

    yet what is right when wrongs are committed

    in defense of the truth

    when lies are rechirstened as rebuttals

    when the scales of justice are not meant to weigh sincerity

    but rather

    resemble the venomous vipers of vanity

    under such torrential acidic rains

    detente will falter

    and the levee will break under the downpour of a factious society

    and as racoon eyes

    cry with the mascara of civility

    we commit atrocities in defense of the truth

    surely somewhere in this vast universe

    there are a people who understood the concepts of truth

    for what is truth if not inextricably linked to

    love

    and what is love if it cannot be diefined

    by the truth of our soul's intent

    yes, I do believe somewhere out there

    are God's children

    the Chosen Ones

    while we sit in judgement as children of a lesser god

    a demonic force that demands being right

    over being righteous

    so intent are we to be victorious that we ignore

    the torrential downpour

    as it falls on us all

    thus we drown together

    liked forever

    by fact and fiction

    by truth and perceptions of truth

    by aquitttal and conviction

    by the promise of life

    and the certainty of death

    all the while vainly attempting to form closing agruements

    in the defense of a truth

    we have long ago stained with the concepts of our doubts

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    • 9 February 2011
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