Slowly the world grows tired and groans,
When lies are hurled like sticks and stones,
As each is tossed in monotones,
Truth then hides in dulled monochromes,
Balance returns! Truth must be regrown!
But can one judge the size of lies?
In whose opinion, in whose eyes,
is found proof of the greatest lies?
Are untruths equal size for size?
The tide is fierce for major prize.
5 in 10 with Cherry
EQUAL, FIERCE, JUDGE, OPINION, SLOWLY
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