The Fact About Fiction

Those abused so confused, swear their lies are true
But why would truth force you to compromise you
My rhyme is fact, though forceful as fiction
The truth is no doubt, without contradiction

A lie. Enters the air in search of a host
Gaining strength in the one that uses it most
Quickly gaining momentum, much like a plague
And the better to kill it where it is made

Lies seduce, thus produce, more pathetic and weak
And start conversations where only they speak
Listening less, they proceed to profess in excess
The truth remains clear, either forced or confessed

The accused get confused, weaving webs to deceive
Truth simply asks you to take or to leave
My rhyme is fact, though intriguing as fiction
My truth is my virtue, without contradiction