Looking down without falling
From Babel’s top
I hear the simian chatter of the disinformed
And the self-deceivers
So many lies we tell ourselves
And so many false prophets to wear those lies
Like the Emperor’s suit of invisible virtue
It’s only a crime when the other side does it
I am good because I follow
The lesser evil
The lies mount up until they become so pervasive
They look just like little white truths
Do we believe because we have forgotten?
Or have we forgotten so that we can believe?