The burden of proof
Has been delagated
To the post Truth world
Tossed aside into the dirt
Like an aborted clump of cells
(Is there room in the budget for a new death closet- this one's full of skeletons - and we have not reached our quota)
That nobody wanted to believe was viable
Is it possible we are liable for all these lies
They fall from our eyes
Like waxen Wings from the skies
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