Long Winded

In the mind of most it is common to never decipher the truth,
because it is of no consequence to the average mind what that truth is,
but in the end maybe it should matter because often falshoods
are what lie on the other side of the vastness of the oceans
of speech.   A good line leading men to drown themselves for glory
is just as dangerous as a bad line leading men to not react and gorge
themselves on the sloth of their devising.   Do you not see the paradox
that the average idiot conveys?   Or is the blindness so common that even
the deaf cannot help.   Lead the men forward and let the dum speak, for the stupidity
of the carcasses is legion.   That great horizon with that orange setting sun
is humming a song that no one wants to wander near, but most sleep and dream
about.   The cataclysm is coming but not in the way that they thought,
but in the heartless actions of the speakers, with severed heads in fists, and orange
skin of shreiking voice, and who can determine the compasses directions,
when the compromise of compassion is given way to statehood.   We are all a race
of idiots, but we can swim, and we can dig our way out of the holes we have dug,
it is only a matter of will power.   Or else we can scratch and sniff the sticker
at the bottom of the pool, and dig lower to the molten core so that we are
eviscerated through vaporization our own bodies a whisper of a gods joke.
Don't laugh too loud, for then everyone will know you've figured it out,
and they will never allow you or the multitudes who know to ever let it go.
It will be the end of all, for the lake is acidic and we can not hope to crawl
away.