You tried to stain my name with lies,
While hiding truth behind disguise.
You spoke with venom, soft and sweet,
But truth will drag you to defeat.
You built your throne on twisted tales,
But truth prevails where falsehood fails.
You mocked my soul, then ran in fear
When honesty drew sharp and near.
You thought your lies would never break,
That truth was mine alone to fake.
But truth is fire, and lies are thread—
One spark, and all your silk is dead.
So speak with care, your mask is thin—
The cracks reveal the rot within.
And when the truth begins to rise,
It won't be fooled by pretty lies.
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