Real needs no amplification no publicity servants extolling virtues nor a spin doctor to oil afterimages and distortion to the elaborate codes the tales is integrity in substance
The snake oil Venetian hawkers offer their counterfeits to sooth their angsts dead hearts throbbing cadavers living anti-clockwise shrills the restless confused ghosts clawing significance in lowly pits
Mangled lives selling mangled lores desperate malignant patients adverse to curative truths for a lifetime of illusions grew delusions in mindless caste Blind singers becoming profligate sight healers of third eyes storm
No bother for what better to do when ambition and progress refuses mobility for blames and the village of haters welcomes and feed self inflicted lameness whilst teaching self-loathers to sling mud n project owned nightmares
Truth resides in visible parades needing no beggars to throw garlands in wake will stride openly without twists or turns, unashamed and proud to all n sundry it invokes, bring out yours for I am able to show you mine
Bullies are Cowards, Liars, & Attention ******. Always putting others down, while Playing the Victim & seeking approval from the Masses