Ace Of Black Hearts
An Uncertain Truth - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Fault is never certain till it's too late.
A hindsight stuck in probate.
'Come on now there has to be a history that lead you to believe...'
Yeah it's called intuition, for the evidence has already been destroyed.
'But destroyed by whom? '
Well 'them' I presume.
'Give me one reason not to write you off as a mad man conspiracy theorist.'
What are you trying say?
I made the entire thing up in my head?
Impossible I don't have creative bone in my body.
They are definitely too set in there ways, or just maybe I just broke them one too many times that now all they want to do is stay in the same damn place.
Snap, crackle, pop, I do think I'd remember such a painful and traumatic event.
I'm certainly not that far gone.
'Of your not course not. I was just saying...
Well spit it out already before you and I both choke on it.
'With out proof it is still but a illusive illusion of possible truths.'
'Rumors will continually whisper in wind in a attempt to become the one and only true story no matter how far fetched they might seem.'
There is a price to pay for the lies we spread around like demons neck ties.
It is that eventually no one will believe you.
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