You make it seem so easy
The way you manipulate
Roll the dice
Without thinking twice
About the state of our fate
You watch the candle flicker
And see the shadows dance
Taking the best
And leaving the rest
To what will be history chance

Ever learned a lesson
That you'll take to the grave
Instead of facing up to it
So there's something for you to save
You act like a martyr
Though you know that you're a fraud
Justifying all the pressure you apply
Because you're convinced that you speak for GOD

Somethings always missing
When you add up all the clues
The mystery turns out to be
The way you pick and choose
Lessons learned the hard way
Don't ever change the facts
But self-serving hypocrisy
May change how others react

You have to believe in others
Just like you believe in yourself
Otherwise you will find...
....that you are
The only one left up on the shelf
Passed by and forgotten
Into history you will soon be tossed
Without a thought man...
... Like it or not
Your value just wasn't worth your cost

Do they know
While in the foggy depths of
Or the level to which they rise
As they hurl stones at the hapless dove
In absolute retribution
Spewing lies
Denial.... set to rile
The now lost and soon to be tossed
Disillusioned
Back into the reality prescription
Overdosed on the rhetoric
Left in the vacuum
Of the imploding star of incredulity
Launched by nothing nearing reality
Into the frenzied - hyperactive atmosphere
Deflated and overrated
As masses of mud frames somehow sated
By hate built absolution
Humanity lost as demonstrated
By evil personified
Non-- inclusion
As helpless friends stand by disillusioned
As if the loss they now invision
Confounded by the lack of any solution
Were they drowning - hope would exist
For rescue would be welcome
Not something those sinking would resist
The Living Dead will soon be discarded
By the furor and the faithless pretense

Pushed out the gate
Fired.... from the crumbling tower
By the big cannon in retreat
They stand- dazed and amazed
At what they know they've lost
By paying homage
With the only valuable thing that they ever owned
Trust - Love and Understanding
Rescuers
Who couldn't save them
From drowning among the throng
Into which they were sunk by simply standing among
And refusing to see the reality
Of what it takes to watch the rise  
Of an evil soul - out of control

Being fed on unbelievable lies
When the gate slams shut
And the dogs are let loose
The street will be full
Of those whose faith was sadly abused
As their mud forms were simply being used
Can they ever return? IDK.