Fear will rise
On the day when silence died
Allegations rise on the innocent soul
The eyes of the evil emerged in the daylight
Crafting another piece of lies
It could be true, it could be false
Verdict will be vague
Yet you are to be blame
The corroded soul would be clean
Everything is contaminated
Opinions become facts
Lies sounds like truth
You become a puppet on a thread
You obey or you die
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