The Web of Lies
We know the news manipulates,
We know the news divides.
It spins its tales so skillfully,
In every word, it hides.
Lies woven thick, they spread as truth,
Unquestioned and untried.
The knowledge taught becomes the web
Where lies and facts collide.
A spider spins its cunning thread,
A web of false pretense.
The fly is born within this net,
And never sees the fence.
To the fly, this web is all—
Its world, its truth, its sight.
No knowledge lies beyond the strands
That bind it in the night.
But then one day, a thread breaks loose,
A truth, so sharp and clear,
Contradicts the lies beneath,
And frees the fly from fear.
The web that seemed to hold the world
Was nothing but deceit.
The fly escapes, and once outside,
The lies fall at its feet.
Now free, it sees the web was false,
Its knowledge, hollow threads.
And truth, once grasped, can break the snare
Where lies once shaped its head.

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