Incredible as it may be,
There are people disbelieving...
The power of truth.
To continue to lie and deceive.
Then...
For whatever the reason,
Display both shock and attempted denial.
Done to exclaim with tears an innocence.
When their own footprints have left to leave,
Traces of tracked mud...
Clearly witnessed to see,
The facts for what they are.
At the doorsteps where they live.
To have forgotten,
It is proof of evidence...
Seldom needing no one else,
To speak for itself upon delivery of it!
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