In the temple of names
The truth they contort
Took the stage to distort
Rearranged the victim is now the villain
The villain has now dug their claws in
How far will they go?
Will anybody know?
Sense or nonsense, rhyme or not
"This is the story!" they call the shots
Now I know my A, B, C's
JOAQEK PVnT
Oh we left out D W I and B
What the hell does this all mean?
That's the point, now they can't question who is to blame
The joke is on you they change the name
So they are no longer part of the game
Under a different disguise
Not accountable for all the lies
Under profiles they use to hide
And now there is nothing to deny
The proof is now clear you're out of control Made to look hostile, they play your role
And now the public perception of you
Is that you only abuse
So maybe we should send a tip to ZMT!
Or maybe run a story on NSMCB The name is spelled inaccurately?
Can it sound the same phonetically?
Because we need to get ahead publicly!
Ah fuck it you know what?
We will tell the story creatively
So we don't owe apologetically
For what we supported atrociously
Because now we look derogatorily
As violent as we claim we don't be
Okay major news networks may be out of reach
So what if we use social media to preach?
Authority will believe what it sees on the screen
Create a profile, they’ll think it’s her
I’ll post, you reply, this will surely work Operating as her we will play the part
Bolster our narrative and we'll break some hearts
Make sure you find out who could be her friends
Get the lie deep rooted in messages we send
We'll use her face, her name, her voice
And use it to make them all think they have no choice
But to take action against her
Judge, jury, executioner, no defense sir!
The blame to be put on E.T
Well I mean,
How about an unknown entity?
People don't know the real identity
Ah, fuck it you know what?
I will play the part
Can we get a voice actor up in here?
Just don't say it too clear
Okay now here's the script:
Phoning home to the mothership
Text them first, new phone who dis?
Leave a voicemail, butt dial, make it sound legit!
Brittany?
Britney?
Bwithee?
Bitknees?
Hee hee!
That last one is the key!
Muffled enough so they don't know it's actually me!
We can edit the voices today We’re masters of illusion
Hidden behind the screen
Crafting false truths
Nothing need be as it seems
No guilt, no shame
Just a digital game
The world won’t know who’s to blame
Make the screenshot blurrier please
Around the text add some grain to be more fuzzy
So that it all blends in perfectly
Thank goodness we now have this technology!
We could never get away with this years ago
A perfect disguise and they’ll never know
Now, pixels and voices can lie
And holy shit we can now use AI?!
It's easier than 25 years ago to commit this crime!
Okay, now the face
We need one to replace
A little to the left, there, that’s good!
This picture should do
Frame it, distort it as a villain would
They hold up the lie, a filthy disguise
A woman pretending
To be me in their eyes
She poses, she grins
A pornographic scene
To paint me as nasty
To smear me obscene
But the truth is its her own crotch rot
That shows everyone what she got
Switch the roles
Shift the blame
So long as we don’t show the eyes
i's? 2 i's?
Eyes might betray the depth of their lies
Or if we do show the eyes
Then make sure the rest of the face we deny
Mask or cover the rest of it dude
Because if it doesn't look like her then we're screwed
And the truth’s out of reach
It was never actually me
It was my name that was used
As they perpetrated abuse
To purposefully confuse
I did not abuse her or him
But they made it look like I did
Saying I was abusing people digitally as they hid
Where no one could see, where truth is dim
Spinning lies so grim
I was never out of control
Not mentally ill, not on a hostile roll
That's purposefully what they left out
Twisting the truth to sow the doubt
They painted me with a brush so bold
Crafting a story, a lie to be told
Using my name to play their game
Then walked away without any shame
They turned the tables and played the part
While I stood silent, torn apart
Reverse the order of the coerced and the consenting
Shifting the blame their actions never relenting They forced themselves purposefully
Then cry victim status justifying cruelty
They point the finger and pretend they’re pure
While suffocating the truth of what I endured
Twist the truth
Rename the name
The innocent framed
They know what they did
And that's what they purposefully hid
The guilty adore
The crowds that roar
The tricks as old as the Babylonian Whore
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