Clear memories of your lies
Still flicker on my screen
Cowardice arrives no surprise
Stone cold silence still the theme
Fifty two is a stomp
Fifty one a divide
Math in a liberal swamp
Where the lie is the guide
Challenged statements of hate
Not once, not twice but thrice
As cold silence rolls over your fate
Your integrity is the sacrifice
You demand a stoppage of true
As your messiah takes his throne
The truth will not be stopped by you
Nor will this silence your lies atone
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