Zest

The advancing history,

the future at-hand,

makes a fist,

clenched too-land,

to quench the sand.

The desert landed,

truth of man,

lost we are,

innocence ajar!!

The War of Wills,

the battle until,

the Army falls,

the root is tall.

As the Axis of the Conscious Mind,

evolves to halted by out-sourced facts,
that in guilt delivered tracks,

the Lies are told,
it seems so bold.

But friends found wanting,
are known as taunting.

Days allow,
by design,

the structure of,
recovered,

because so loud,
that the speech of friends did reach,
buried them in teach.

The evidence to malign,
showed itself,
as a sign,
that in the end,
the pay was thrifty,
the cost of such,
showed no-pity.

To destroy or mis-use,
what you know,
as Old News,
to propagate or to produce,
the gain in switch equals rues.

Those of whom you chose to mash,
have no-interest in your trash,
what's been said or understood,
just took time,
you still split would.

I declare,
what is fare,
the words you spread,
the gossip dread,
evidence of rumors said,
shows that character is only fed.

To eat or dine,
a mental line,
encourage estrangement through derangement,
makes evident the fact,
that what you lack,
is strength exact.

You strike?,
Attack!!!