You can't catch the truth with a lie
History is just a convenient alibi
For all of the crimes
Committed through out time
By both sides
And yet no one can make
Heads or tales of your disguise
Hidden in well tucked away words
Until your version turns
Into the ugly truth
All of your spies can't capture
What is alive
It's like trying to capture a tidal wave
Everything is washed away
Until nothing is left standing
But you advertising your convenient
Well rehearsed truth
But the Truth will Rise
And defrock you from your disguise
Until your stripped down naked
To the roots
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