Truthfully when you seek to turn the tables
and the blame is put on the offensive.
Caught up you are doing what to your opponents,
by your lying.
Long or short the end of all life is fighting a losing battle,
and thus began no end to the blame of your lying hard.
While you rest upon your opponent's broad shoulders,
the burden of their mutual proof.
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