The Royal Court of Public Opinions

You dance and laugh

At your pyre of opinion

Burning the guilty and innocent alike

With great joy you listen

For the cracking of their bones

At your pyre in the Royal Court of Public Opinion

What could be righter than the judgment you feel just?

Throw them to the pyre and fuel more the fire

It is my opinion that proves the guilt

I need no knowledge; I can see the sin

If it were not so then they would not be in the Pyre

At the Royal Court of Public Opinion.

But lurking in the dark, waiting for their turn are the ones who hate

The Royal Court of Public Opinion.

These monsters are the nightmare that seek to undo

The lies and the evil that this court worships around

And when the time is right, and you have had your fill

They will come into the Royal Court of Public Opinion

With humble words and tiny voices they will accuse you

They will give the evidence when you scream lies

And in that Royal Court of Public Opinion

all those who laughed and danced

Will feel the cold grip of justice

When in your final breath we, who love truth,

will lean in and whisper “guilty”

when we plunge our dagger of truth into your heart.

Then throw your body into the pyre to fuel the fire,

At The Royal Court of Public Opinion.

HEY! What is that?

Have you ever forgotten you had something?  Like a blog?  This blog.   I forgot.  OOPS! 

update

I am reviewing this site and working to begin publishing again.

Treacher

No lie is quite so bitter as the lie your friend believes. Yet, I stand and watch as those who proclaim the truth, fall to lies and evil. We pretend and those around believe your little play...but I am here, waiting, watching. No lie is quite so bitter as the lie that births treachery in the heart of my friends. For that, The Cold Killer awaits you in your deepest dreams.

This war has been on the horizon for years and I tried to warn you.  Why do you choose to ignore wisdom?  Do you see yourself as intelligent?  You are not.  You are just another sickly goat in sheep's clothing.  I reach for you to help and change your evil nature.  You pull away and proclaim your understanding and intelligence.  But when the poison worked its way you lashed out and hurt everyone around you.  Are you so blind?  Yes.  But we are all blind, seeing what we can see and ignoring the blight in our own souls.  The sight to see that you are blind is the beginning to killing the treacherer in you, for that imp will die and if you fail to separate it from you, your fates will be tied.  For their is only one price for treachery, Death

Resulting

Stress is the result of resulting results resulting in results that are not conducive to the results you want. 

Why

Why?

Becareful

Be careful the lies you tell. 
Someone may hear them and decide to make them true. 
In fulfilling your worst nightmares, make you a truthsayer when all you wanted was to tell the lies. 
Bound up in the spotlight but never free to heal your wounds. 
Getting all you wanted but not what you needed. 
Be careful the lies you tell. 
You may hear them and decide they are truth.