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I walked with backstabbers
Ev'n though I knew they're not angels
yet I trusted 'em like my blood
And they betrayed me like dung.
I have slept with deceit on the same bed
Feeding on entrusted bread
Yet, deceit acted like Judas
After drinking our wine
He stabbed our trust.
I befriend prevaricator
Who tends to be my advisor
Blessed with all fabricated stories
Yet my trust stand still like a mountain.
Your equivocate can run for ages
It's a prey to the light in dungeon
If your night is full of darkness
The sky moon will fish your secret.
No matter how you browbeat the truth,
The truth shall stand on the peak
even if My soul wants to leak
I will never be deadbeat with saving truth.
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