Thoughts?

Magic doesn't exist.
Your eyes are a tool, to speak to the dead.
Your lips lie when they say beauty.
They believe each other. Embrace each word
because the lies are all you know.
To believe that I was nothing, but say that I was everything
and look me in the eyes, to confirm.
But your words are a loaded gun
A poets curse, only to put things in perspective
and never really mean anything.
Your words are nothing new
and your ideas are the same as the man behind you.
Truth be told, we are all trapped in a world where words are a system.
Your thoughtfulness confirms the truth.
You are part of this system, no one knows what they believe
but every one believes something so strongly.
The banners on your forehead,
and the blood is on your hands.
And so it is on mine.
Because I don't know what it is that I believe
where we can justify the polluted thoughts of the person on the right,
but condemn the same sick ideas on the left.
Corruption, the true manifestations of a dying heart.
Activism is confirmation
because the activist is dead.
Knowledge is the strongest weapon that we posses
yet we don't arm our self's.
Even when the goal seems to be the first to fire.
Ignorantly you shoot off your mouth,
firing bullets blindly into the air.
Politicians, that's all we are.
Living as blindly as ever,
and claiming to see everything.