How quickly some learn
To rewrite reality
With carefully chosen words
Replacing illusion for truth
They have chosen the quill
Wielding ink carefully
Constructing the vision of the world
As they wish it
Avoiding accountability
For they have written only of their innocence
Denying their misdeeds with accusations
Clever, clever
A brief smirk gives them away
Though they now feel invisible again
True nature hidden
They sigh in relief
The one who sees
Allows this for now
Having long battled the quill
Implacable and unresisting
Standing strong in the truth
Knowing the accounting comes for us all
One day
