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The Seven Tides of Fallacy
Behold the seven tides of fallacy,
For oh how they contort themselves with macabre ease.
See how people step onto the calmest space,
But as we know the rip it is the blade.
Surfers skim the waters
But eventually they�ll drown,
In one of the seven seas they�ll sink,
In one of them they�ll fall.
I
There is of course the first one,
It�s tranquil like a dove,
But it has no talons
Nor no bones,
It is a shallow cove.
As long as you play nicely,
As long as you pretend,
The waters will always be
�Your very best-est friend.�
But under the meniscus,
Crocodiles shed tears.
Under the meniscus
Lay a million lies
To which it clings with fear.
It gives you a million presents,
A million material obligations,
But every single one of them,
Is a neatly gift-wrapped hex.
That left me screaming.
That left me reeling.
II
The second pulls you under,
It pulls you deep within,
Its waves will never end.
Its heart was once a bullet
Now it is left spent,
But shan�t repent
Nor shall it relent.
It will just reassemble
And shoot it�s heart once more.
You wouldn�t want to look from beneath
Its window, that are really iron doors.
For such a thing is considered treason
To these waters that enshroud,
And if you do, it will take your life,
For its lies It holds dear.
This raven sea,
Will keep you under
For it�s so deep
And of shores so steep.
If you ascend from its depths
To gasp for breath,
To grasp the winds of truth,
You will surely pull you back
Under, back to kutulus lair.
You�ll be pulled back under
To choke on those lies once more
That left me screaming
That left me reeling
III
The third it is so pleasant,
It wants to join hands in prayer.
It preaches all that�s good,
Preaches from the such a book,
Preaches of a benevolent god,
Preaches form Luke.
See the sea, it�s haloed,
You can see it�s so benign,
You see it is so halcyon.
But your eyes are gilded
With gilt
That�s really filth.
Whilst you where baptised there, nice and warm
And bask in the with which your adorned
If you turn your head
And look with your atrophied eyes,
You�ll see that it�s raping your mother
She�s pushed against the bench.
You�ll think it can�t be true,
After all he preached to those on pews.
After all he�s married,
After all he brought you to his home,
And sung you euphoric hymns.
In the end it�s true,
He raped your mother
This godly man,
Whom you once thought
Was heaven sent.
Heaven sent.
It was this lie
That evicted
Me from my school,
It was this lie
That threw me from my church,
It was this that
That gave me all of Loki�s inner girth.
For that fallacy
In which I had once bathed,
Turned out to be a phallus sea
In which my mother was caged.
That left me screaming.
That left me reeling.
IV
The fourth
Forever rages,
Never does it abate.
It�s a sea that cast a shadow,
For it�s always a tsunami
Forever it does grow
Except for when it recedes
To suck a million in.
It�s pure malediction,
So pure in its haze,
It must control,
It must control,
I will not ever,
Stop.
It claims a victim
Every day
And pox�s them
And makes them whores.
It needs to feel on top
It needs to know it�s boss
It needs to hear others whimper
And be clothed by all its dross.
That left me screaming.
That left me reeling.
V
The fifth
It�s not so bad,
It�s just a silly boy
Trying not to go mad.
It�s just an abscess
In place of manifestation,
Just to stem the sensation,
Of enmity from the fiends,
For punishment of those who�ve contravened.
It�s just a need to feel comfort,
That is what this sea is
A soothing fug of nothingness.
If you stay in it long,
You�ll never escape,
You�ll go insane,
Your mind will be maimed,
You soul will wane,
My mind maimed,
That left me screaming.
That left me reeling.
VI
The sixth sea,
Is a wave of insecurity,
It is a need to be loved,
It is a longing for above.
This sea
It is a sea of tears,
A sea that lusts for beers.
It sucks in more and more
For its heart is poor
Like a soulless store.
But still it is fallacious.
It is its existence,
The fact that it might be resorted
To, this unholy concept
in which happiness is a distortion,
And drying tears are livery.
That left me screaming.
That left me reeling.
VII
The seventh sea
Is a fjord,
Concubine of all,
Yet mother to scorn.
It enslaves entire nations
With it�s patriotic shores,
It breeds a lust for money,
It breeds with death and gall.
It is Stalin�s hand that still lives on,
It is Mussollini�s sword that sung a dour song,
It�s Hitler�s breath that felled a million hued,
It is a thousand overflowing prisons
That pose as shops and stores,
Schools and malls,
Banks and factories,
Cigarettes, And high rise desecrations,
Warm aromatic homes and ailing city streets�
That pose as lives.
That left me screaming.
That left me reeling.
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