Black heart

When the black heart is known
For ugly accusations and truths unknown
A blade is tempered and sharpened on stone
Reading into accusing words as if it was forged by hate
Peering through agendas to find the hidden reasons of late
Cutting away the twisted truths from spewn words flatter
Irritated by banter spoken like the mad hatter 
A pleasant picture is never what its painted to seem
Spoken words spelled out boldly with silent schemes