TRUTH HURTS     Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to your destruction The cause of devastation, your solemn annihilation Implicit desolation The only way is through fearless confrontation To escape clear despair, drowning in your dreadful snare Living unaware of what is fact and what is fiction Like a walking contradiction you contest your own morality By neglecting the mere reality Strolling through the forsaken alley As you wander through the valley of the shadow of death Your tranquility is deafening as you wander through the valley of the shadow of death Floating on a reservoir of hazy bliss You cause a massive eclipse with your insidious lips It’s time for your revision as you begin your composition Carefully putting on Your coated mask of dawn You can’t camouflage your transgressions with the application of Revlon Your false pretence results in perceptual defense Wouldn’t it be nice if you could use your concealer To conceal your acts of indiscretion? Not to mention the dissension of what is truth and what is false? It would but nice, but not practical, I’m merely stating what is actual As you ripple on the ocean of deceit Row, row, you’re rowing your boat gently down the wayward stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily This ain’t no nursery rhyme and life is not a dream Through faulty acts of sound ascensions   You pave your road to hell with good intentions Tightly wrapped up in your mendacious cocoon, you bluster treacherously like a colossal typhoon Remove the scales and untie the blinds that shadow your dry thirsty land How long do you plan to endure in this impractical dream? Whatever happened to morality and your noble self-esteem? There ain’t no sunshine down the road to distress sweetheart I said there ain’t no sunshine down the road to distress Soft air builds the tremble amid the fire as your revisit the murky revival How can you try to reassemble normality when you can’t even decipher reality? Neglecting the gravity of marked actuality The flight of your imagination takes off on the platform of inveracity I don’t want you to die yet Why do you insist on initiating your own fatality? Break down your Berlin Wall of partition which causes Cerebral division on your self indulgent voyage You can’t change what you don’t acknowledge Freedom is a rousing state of mind, those who seek it they shall find It’s time to repent, atone and unwind When will you come to the realization that perception is not reality? What you see is not what you see; only the truth can set you free Realistically you’re consumed in a vision sinking in the sand of indecision Tightly trapped in a dismal dream, it’s just you, him and Maybelline Patiently waiting for the proof so you can decipher the truth As you revoke your own license to bliss Emotional perplexities readily deplete banks of memories Causing false rivers to flow onto your island of contemplation Programming your heart to beat abysmal beats of sorrow Living for today only and abandoning tomorrow Like a blundering instrument your inkling is imparted as a sacred destitute Soaring in the profound pursuit of that which is reason Purpose is justification of reality The reality is Your existence is vanity Wake up!   Zion Hezekiah