Who pays.
From an abundance of told lies,
Sold as truth.
With a nonstop telling them,
Everyday to do.
As evidence produced,
Becomes refused...to excuse.
Who pays?
And who pays.
The price of being deceived.
Everyday.
With a doing of it that's known,
To betray.
With a sweet covering of treason.
Applauded as it sits,
On full display.
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