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Sing song think along
Never ever even clever
Do not be the only one to see
The lies beneath mythology
Lack of love is crack in bell
The golden road that leads to hell
Miss take a lake in sane for break
Take a clue from sneaky snake
The truest gold looks seemingly old
The warmest of aid feels suddenly cold
The wackiest lies seem wisdom and wise
The tritest of cons play as surprise
Yet, cancer always loses in the end
When history shows a rabid rend
Predicts at times a downward trend
Years or decades or millennia
Wasted time and effort; greed-o-mania
And then again we see the upward bend
Humans sees themselves as friend
Know cancer always loses in the end
Do not be the only one to see
The lies beneath mythology
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