[******** their lies
And their half-truths
They promise fealty
But show no proof
Then cut your heart
Shatter dreams
Entice the belief
That there's more than it seems
And their words are cunning
These masters of cajole
They gain your heart
And bind your soul
But when illusions fail
They've taken your wings
You're a lifeless puppet
On severed strings
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