Her Ruse Led Them

Our heroine has a name, a real name, she is a real girl
However, she's a private individual, with certain rules
Particularly with respect to personal information
And especially when it relates to 'need to know' items
She has a fair idea of her strengths and weaknesses
Brutal honesty mixed in a vault filled chock full of doubt
Her own beauty a distraction, and irrelevant to their extremes
The old, so called truth, highest of all on their wish list
Madness being contagious, like STD's or AIDS, how dare you?
Sink so low, to compare fantasy and ego to actual death
Who the fuck? No, you don't even think that far do you?
Poor sweet sucker, lucky bastard, ignorant bliss and all that
Don't you dare mention gas ovens to me
I'll call you insensitive and anti-Semitic
And anything else to crucify you
For my pain is unknowable
To anyone but me, given time
Yes it's there long after the cure
Direct, referred, remembered and imagined
Truth knows no boundaries
It leads and follows
Depending on the angle of the light
You poor lucky bastards
And how could any true believers not love you?
For exactly who you are and what you stand for
I have no answer - I'm already gone