All those false,
And baseless claims.
Coming out of mouths everywhere.
Blaming their deceptions,
Have been shamelessly framed.
Yet no wall is this mud to throw,
Hitting to stick.
No matter how thick,
Those who are wicked...
Persist to insist,
They are righteous and devoted.
In their intentions to promote goodwill.
With only the interest to protect and provide,
A diversity that benefits everyone.
As long as it is proven,
The people choose to decide...
Which group can throw their mud that sticks,
With skill yet hidden accepted innocence.
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