A lamb with eyes of trusting blue,
Approaches charm, a smile untrue.
The puppeteer, with practiced art,
Hides strings of deceit within his heart.
The web is spun, a masterpiece,
Of whispered lies that bring no peace.
Justice, blindfolded, turns her head,
As scales of truth to darkness tread.
Blood boils within, a righteous fire,
To see pure trust consumed by liar's pyre.
Fury's tide,...
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