Dirty Tricks Liar Wh a Mirror Tax Production Slam
I am watching liar
Go from tears to grace
With the same indistinguishable sallow face
And emotional state of fluxed empathy
The frown conceals
Beneath the brow of dirty tricks
Without a flicker
To wake's each day ever slicker
More experienced in the dark arts
His twisted seed imparts
On plundered heart's
Guilt and Shame
While he remains
In an impenetrable bubble
Distanced from the trouble
The court's denied
A jury of one's peers
From mouth to ears
In the defendants chair
And the media glare
As a lie is caught
And the jury can not be bought
Better late than never
But the Devil is clever
And he doesn't accept no as an answer
Ask his victim's
He doesn't adhere to the system
He prey's on it
As his power enabled it
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