Fidelity Vs Fabrication

Irony, satire, pun and word play

leaves touchy sensitive hearts battered and in a fitful sway.

Truth seemingly is tightly bottled, sealed or buried inside the airtight , impassable thick layers of lies. 

On surface, every image is sugary sweet ,

but beneath the plain exterior there is an ocean of cramped uneasiness,

grappling hard not to ooze out,

not to leak out the shades of grim truths.

In  our contemporary cosmos whatever is fake is real, and surprisingly 

irony is whatever strikes as real is fake.

' All that glitters isn't gold', is often just casually told.

But these are the golden words pointing poignantly towards the candidness of the aforementioned maxim.

God's eyes are needed to decipher truth lying defenselessly dormant inside the deep ditch of resilient web of lies.

Howsoever, puny truth may squeal the ear-splitting screeches of rugged lies always succeed in muffling  up the genuine cries, unless the receptor has  inherited the empathy and unbiased edge from the spring of chastity the great Celestial Being.