When someone lies and does it well,
It
makes it very hard to tell
That
in his head, the truth must dwell,
Though
very deeply hidden.
The
stories that he tries to sell,
Repeated
like a broken bell,
Affect
some people like a spell,
Disturbing
and forbidden.
If
numbers of his fans do swell
And
his supporters start to kvell*,
Then
we’re all going straight to hell,
Our
virtue overridden.
*burst
with pride and joy
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