Attacking Tactics

Old and molding aging to rust tactics.
Once in times gone relied upon.
But today?
With backs up against the wall.
And facts used to abuse,
Truth to delude and fiction.
Is mathematically predictable.
And...
Unnecessary to go through,
The acrobatics of it.
To prove the existence and presence of reality.
With overwhelming evidence produced.

There is no hints or clues left to prove,
People today accept they've been made...
Legitimately crazed.

Where do deceivers exposed now run to go?
When they themselves refuse to admit,
Having lost the appreciation...
For the present smell of their own B.S.
With no escape but to continue to debate,
The fading strength...
Of their choice to race bait.
In the hope no one notices,
Hidden insecurities.
To deny and unable to face.
The reason why they would rather choose,
To self destruct.
At the amusement of a narcissistic fool.
Declaring revenge on truth and its absence,
Of refusing to acknowledge...
One's portrayal of a hero on TV.
Does not prevent cemented walls to crack.
And ultimately cave in,
Upon those with their backs...
Up against crushing walls.
Powerless.
Yet...
Depending they do on the proof to fiction it!

'What stays in the minds of those too blind.
And...
For whatever the reason,
Reality to observe and witness...
Is disbelieved.
To prefer to be duped.
Betrayed, deceived and hoodwinked!?'

'There is something about feeling entitled,
That makes many to 'assume'...
They have earned the power,
Of ignorance to achieve.
Giving them the right,
To live their lives being the best fools,
Nowhere else on Earth to be found!
And this goal to accomplish,
Seems to have gone unquestioned to dispute!'