Their tactics employed,
Might...
Get them a win.
If the winds should shift,
To present thick fogging clouds...
Again to begin.
Their onslaught of repeated deceits,
MIGHT bring a cascading of unthinking people...
To cheer excitedly on their feet.
With addicting images feeding,
Delusions craved to feast.
But a hunger is there for a reality to eat.
A practice advocating aging divisions,
With truth denied and hiding it...
Is a desperate decision,
Made to save those days long gone.
As lies no longer effectively support,
Pillars weakened to crumble ignored to abort.
And issues left in corners stacked,
To confuse those with an avoiding of facts...
Like a dangling of carrots teased to pull back,
From the eyes of the ones once tantilized...
Can not escape the climate of lies.
The climate of lies will not survive.
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