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She picked a fight with an imaginary enemy
And took her battlements with her to create war
She had a trail of misconception lined with bodies on the floor
What the devil had her do she would deny it
Reading thoughts was never her gift
she was too self absorbed in her one way street
She often cried wolf and that lie undid her
she versed The slayer of untruth.
So well versed in hiding her own misdeeds
She held the power of compassion and slayer
Cut the lies from truth and thus the war vanished
But not without the innocent her poisoned war took
And her redemption never impossibly out of reach
Perhaps they will all reserect themselves and
Also become slayers of untruths.
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