How can lies becomes truth,
And the deed ends before it starts.
The twist of events to change history
Or web of lies woven to alter future.
Whatever the case, it ain't right.
As your words apparently weighs more
And the fact, a glimpse into reality.
How can the right thing be wrong
And whip cracked to say thanks.
The downfall though envisaged
Yet it's build up to materialised.
All in the height of wickedness