Lies on lies
Bane of all broken ties,
None to hold together
But stories of withered feather!
Reality's gall is here
Repulsive is all she bare,
Choking the little light left
slowly its grand theft!
Is this a circle?
Going on raw no buckle?
Sitting is a no-no now
Stand and fight or we all die now!
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