Silvertongue

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  • Dedicated to The Endtime Tribune
                                    

You paint the words like magic

On a shining silver screen

A marriage of convenience

To the lies you'd have us dream

Polish your words 'til they shine so bright

That they sparkle like the stars

Reflecting them 'til they blind our eyes

And twist our trusting hearts

You scare us with your stories

Tell the truth, but make it false

And you dance there with the devil

When the palest moonlight falls

What is truth? For none of us know

We trusted you, traitor of the truth

You twist our minds 'til we all are slow

While we dance in your entrancing glow

Yes, we believe you, Silvertongue,

There's not much else that can be done;

For if you a word we speak against,

We stand accused of decadence.

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