Suckers for a silver lining
Can’t resist the mylar wear.
Half truths they are not denying
Halved goods are the best of pairs.
Accuse they will the expose,
Ignore the bad disguised,
Joining to good men that way,
More fully humanized.
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Suckers for a silver lining
Can’t resist the mylar wear.
Half truths they are not denying
Halved goods are the best of pairs.
Accuse they will the expose,
Ignore the bad disguised,
Joining to good men that way,
More fully humanized.
Keep full bad from full my see
Just what could your purpose be
Your agency both fast and free
You hold a ring of full bad keys
That open half truth doors with ease
Then once inside your half truth store
Black Friday there for evermore
Where we’re free to look around
Where full truth is never found
But rather more fool keys for sale
Dictating endless shopping trails
Donkeys chasing our own tails.
Blindfolded in your fitting rooms
Craftsman weave half truth on looms
In this way produce their goods
Infinite misunderstoods
By stepping on our toes
God evil does expose.
Too difficult we say
To change our fallen way.
We alter holy verse
Proclaim it less averse.
Lessened lies renewing
Forever we’re re-screwing
Our soul to Satan’s lie
Who said we wouldn’t die.
Hidden in small stages
Sin with all it’s wages.