He who is a hoaxer is a Holocaust-maker,
He falsely accuses the imagination to wander.
He is a double-crosser, his mind agitates,
Those traitors travel and cook.
May I act in abundance so tonight I may cheat,
As I ruin trickster, and intrigue the believer.
My belief is on a wall, where written is a page,
Planning me a making of the horror I saw.
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