Willing times try our will,
So who does the will stomp?
Overwhelming they become,
Overcoming, over bearing retorts.
The simple minded follow,
Then lies and the spun truth wallows.
Their mistrustful wills,
Still is and it will.
And will o I woe.
I am the lie that tells the truth,
Vote me too.
So therefore my life is a simple in-congruence,
No more say truth than the lie that led me to the truth.
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