To: Joe Q. Blow

From: AK Lizrd

Subject: Re: Truth and Lies

Dear Mr. Blow

Your last letter was, shall we say, fascinating
Your so-called quest for the “truth”
is commendable at best
Your assertion that you've found "it"
Can only be taken as a jest
For the truth as you know it does not exist
Can't be unearthed with pen or clenched fist
To drink from the “true bowl”
Requires that you unburden your soul
You first have to take that massive bucket
Of fraud, innuendo and falsehoods you call history
Dump it all into the nearest sea
Leave yourself empty
Without prejudice, preconceived notions
Hungry
For a new type of food, from far flung oceans
Remove the necklace, ye olde rusted chain
The one of "religious" fame
Cultivate an unnatural curiosity
Acquire a hefty dose of single-mindedness
Hope you get damn lucky
And perhaps stumble upon a nugget or two
Not end up dead
On the long winding road to the real true

Mr. Blow 
For all that you think you know
Truth is you never got beyond the invisible wall
You know absolutely nothing at all
Your  “truth” is a carefully constructed mirage of lies
Your lies are somebody's skillfully woven basket of truths
Your perception that you and your kind
Are something superior
Is a colossal cosmic joke
An ancient brew of sulphur and
Extraterrestrial smoke
Your worst nightmare
Long realized
The masters, genus reptilia, they are already here
You my friend are one of many
A mere puppet in a galactic chess game 
Controlled by the ones who were “flying”
Long before you came

So in conclusion
Mr. Blow
Your truths are nothing but old lies
Your lies are simply old truths
And the line separating them
Lies…
Just beyond the scope
Of your all too human eyes
You're an idiot!

Sincerely
AK

PS:
It's nothing personal, my views are
I'll readily admit, severely jaundiced