Credence is strictly reserved
For those who make certain the lie
Is propped up and proudly preserved
Successful psyops don’t die
Content conformists consume
Is crafted by crooks to coerce
The easily fooled to presume
That freedom of thought Is a curse
Be thankful if you aren’t convinced
And never forsake what is right
As truth is atrociously minced
By fiends dressed as angels of light.
Are You Reading Me?
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