Foxy deceits dithering here and there, on earth
Tethered to the edges of inevitable death
Authoritarians make life de minimis in the law
But halo minds wish to probe to find the flaw
That's buried cruelly in the dirty pages of yore
For the incipient death of irony to ignore
In that employ, their hands stand remanded
What repeatedly, the devil had demanded
Now, a flash of stimulation gives way to fevers
Truth is set to give birth to guilt for the fibbers
Their existence written in rivers of ink is spilled
In every living memory, tongues are pealed
Like a roving gang of toddlers without a care
Each pair of maggots makes the future unclear
They live a life that matters only in trophies
Theory about motive drift from grift to base
While impotent rage lives way down in the back
Where mastermind-idiots are stuck in the dark
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