You twisted the facts

And changed the finer detail.

We're just the audeince

Who listens as you spin your tale.

You took useless steps,

And it didn't take much creativity.

But what really was the point

To changing that small reality?

As small as your web was,

You spun it with a lie.

How many did you catch with it,

Or was I the only fly?

And though you did come clean,

I believe it was out of guilt.

I think you would have been happy

Living in the web you built.

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