Complicity’s Duplicity

In complicity there is duplicity
In duplicity there is complicity
In both there is toxicity
In both there is a death by ferocity
Yet both only win through one’s reciprocity

In friendly lies and deceptions’ tenacity
Where they did hide within the bounds of toxicity
There cannot be but traitorous minds obscured by innocence’s fecundity

For innocence and amity do come forth
Like the athelings from days of yore
They stake their power
And hold aloft their sword of domination
Yet disguise that cold blade in words of breathless beauty

Those who appear as comrades-in-arms
Who do in due time feign confusion and fabricate a sense of sanity that proves to be little more than the echoes of a phantasm
Will claim to be doing good
Yet in doing good
They only focus on their own interest

These people who go on to the marble altar
Who feign kindness and compassion but strike back behind the scenes with all the duplicity of those men who solicit sexual services from women of the night
Who claim to be in a state of full control and normality yet who are possessed in such a fashion as to make those claims little more than flaccid lies
Who let others communicate with them without reciprocity then refuse to reciprocate
Who seem unable to decide whether to cast off friendship
Who seem unwilling to commit to anything save for what interests them specifically, not sacrificing or giving a damned near-run interest in wanting to acknowledge the other man’s passionate commitment
Who put themselves in the right through their own distortions by making themselves an avatar of the god within

These all do disguise themselves as welcoming
These all do disguise themselves as ready and willing
These all do seduce and entrap
Yet sublimate their predation into duplicitous amity

Though many of these men may believe themselves genuinely to be in the right
In their belief they do proceed to create fictional lamentations

When caught they do indeed plead and beg
And in so doing test the nature of the man
For a man has in him a part that seeks to forgive
A part that seeks to look back fondly on the memories of the past and therefore seeks to restore a friendship that once was
But in restoring friendship, one gives the duplicitous whore who perverted friendship for his own ends an immediate victory
In weakness the whore, like the parasite, draws itself to the sustenance for its own gain
Though some of these men may indeed be genuinely sorry
Others merely give a veneer of friendship to mask their own ends

And yet, despite the complicity
Despite the duplicity
And despite the toxicity
One must push on
For those who debase friendship for temporary gain are those who gain from the man who sacrifices his beliefs in order to secure an illusory peace
In submitting to those who proceeded to distort and destroy
One may as well have written a surrender
One may as well place oneself in submission

For while those friendships that prove as artificial as the paper flowers a grandmother folds will always be around
So long as mankind continues
It is in complete, total, and utter reality and clarity that the liars, whores, and hypocrites are cast out into the light
It is there that they shall burn as the darkness inside them temporarily perishes
But when the night comes and they recover
They will strike again

And friendship upon friendship in inter-changing exchanges where some prove real and lasting while others prove brief or insignificant
But not making friends is not the solution
The solution is to migrate from the hypocrisy of those who do not wish to make one’s life easier and who pervert the people they make their own

The battle is long and arduous
But it must be won
For a man who lets himself be played for a jester
Will in the end find himself to be cast back into the limelights of obscurity
For while the world does change
He stays the same
And that in and of itself is a fate worse than death