"Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies."
Sometimes, life is just frustrating. Some people use their ego as their shield. Some use other people's emotions as shields. Some, use practicalities of life to escape from reality.
The truth? I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
Why are people so blinded by their ego? Even to the extent that they talk gibberish? Even to the extent that they actually blurt out nonsensical stuff just to stab a knife in the soul of the other person?
And they say that it is in defence of their ego. LIES, I say unto you.
So what if another person gives you small change when you do not have one? How does that in anyway mace the ego which you have invented for yourself just because people tell you that you should have some "dignity"? Dignity is not seen in that way. What is wrong with another person giving you small change in front of everyone when you need it? Why do you even feel threatened by it in the first place?
Threats, why do people use thou to get things done? Is that the better method to substitute a reasoned, logical reasoning to compel a person to do something?
It only pours water on to the wall of that relationship which in all its glory is built on fragility; built with sand.
Emotions, where art the fortress of thine? Are you to be pricked so easily and consequently cause such an emotional and physical uproar all over the place?
Righteousness, why art thou perverted? In the name of "righteousness", all the old ways have been removed and in the process, stripping another person of the glory of his effort put in in good faith for the country. And after that, you renew all the old methods? What glory is there in doing so? First, you say that there will be no more wars. Only to renew and to send in more troops for the war in Afghanistan. That's right. In the name of righteousness, you do so. What righteousness is left, if not for the righteousness of ego if one is to strip off the old ways only to renew them in the glory of his own name later?
Unfortunately, Life, is an unstoppable roller coaster where everyone is driven by it; and is not given any space of time for a breather to think.
Lies, lies, I stand in the house of crumbling lies.
All your glamoured works, they are all lies.
It is no surprise that mankind is a disappointment unto himself.
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