Liars are celebrating their victory

Fact is unable to scream and assert

Like them.

The frantic crowd won't listen to his dying

Murmur like he is doing

Big offense

Scared for being alone.

More than the circulation of blood

Their soul needs money wrapped

Happiness

Than naked truth like a beggar

Standing alone

They overlook always this menaquinone or like a scarecrow 

Of outfit standing outside the shop

As unsellable.

God knows if liars have remained

Conscious mind to ask themselves

Have we had true victory

Or deceived all including us.