in the gutters of the press
a master manipulator
the grim reaper
the evil opportunist
the corrupter of innocents
greed reporting
for profit and power
tombstone column inches
of poisonous words
which bend the will of others
distract and blind minds
the truth is falling
behind sensationalist stories
that carry no merit
believe not its hype
its lies and twisted games
in fleet street is found
the devils lair
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