In a World Awry
You might learn a thing or two
About what you thought was true,
If you were just a fly on the wall,
A listening device made to deceive
Those in secret chambers as they weave.
It's a story they will tell
Of super spies to weave a spell,
A web of lies to catch the fly
And leave you in a world awry,
Minions run by the global cabal.
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