THE HOUSE OF LIES I know it seems absurd, but in WORD war three, shepherds attack their herds Wake now my friend, We are in the House of Lies, where, only The Wise will survive You must relearn to discern the light, for words are weapons now, a deceiver's duplicitous delight I see you hesitating, looking for, that unhearing, unseeing door, but do not think you can just walk back out: For these deadly lies, now permanently reside, in other's minds No place to hide, ever more --- Here, put on this pretending mask, and stand, opposite to me At the edge of this six-foot, six-pointed circle, so I may speak and gesture, six-times at thee I see your smug disbelief! But, monumental lies hide beneath, your reasonable, inculcated normal, your, felonious fig-leaf In these unnoticed social rituals, latent cultural symbols, scare-sound new meanings in minds to chime Which works so much better, when we all pretend, these symbols, do not rhyme --- I am the Master Liar My pants, forever on fire And trust me when I say, you can trust no one, especially not me today I mock you now with my lies My, unspeakable, truth felt clearly between your minds' eyes You know exactly of what I am truly speaking, a trick you must soon learn: to weapon words with extra meaning Notice how your anger doth rise at the audacity of my lies, but here hides your most profane conceit: your expectation of truth, it makes you weak! Let go this poison pill, for they surely will, wield, word war weapons, until they work, no more --- Let this house then, become your liar's gym Flex and grow your mental muscles Reside in uncertain worlds Improbable yet still possible Be, the open fist, to all that which offends, for the truth has been hidden, in the fool's portend while the lies are trumpeted and proclaimed from ivory towers you alone, must learn to discern, or give up all your power Dimensionalize your thinking Multiply your interpretation Feel, what is true, like the gong, resonating Cling no more to carefree certainty or comforting authority For the trick of lies, is you, or secret-you, must consent They cannot compel a trust You have not lent --- Seek the inner guide yet unfound, or you might find your ship run aground Stranded on the isle of deceit, a perpetual slave of mental defeat You and your child's child's child will unwittingly toil the false master's field, forever lost and beguiled Many already serve this monstrosity Tricked by, mock forbidden fruits, into committing unavowed atrocity Captured and complicit Clothed, in black ringlets Eyes blinking, morose code: "Please help me, I re-gret-it" While they must at first appear to you as foes Once their sideways cries reveal their woes Under-duress, they pray for liberation Covert allies, when given signs of realization You cannot win alone Risks must be taken Speak to unknown others, using weaponed words, to recognize the awakened Let them demonstrate their discernment to you, so that you may know they are true --- Finally, I reveal the method, by which they plan to win Their greatest lie, which they believe, you can not defend I see your face now, so filled and full of fear, but do not despair my friend, for your salvation is near But first, kneel before me now, and place your head into these stocks, and swear your fealty to me, as I, tighten down these locks Never mind what I said before, disregard that voice inside, I am your Master now and I can not be defied! Confess to me now, that which I ask for: You, are the unworthy, vessel of life that secret-you, and I, both abhor! Unfit, unclean, subhuman, who! I now tattoo! Only I provide, the cure, for the dis-ease of you
+ Who is the Master Liar?
I am the Master Liar My pants, forever on fire
+ When a first-person poem is performed in a mirror, who is the speaker?
Who is the audience?
+ If an intentional lie is told and others unquestioningly repeat it, who is to blame?
When someone tells us words, who decides if they are true?