Mann's Best Friend - Echoes of Deception

In the shadowed corners of the web they spin
A tangled network, thick with sin
Weaving tales from the loom of dread
With strands of lies so easily spread

Can you discern the truth from the charade?
Or will you dance to the masquerade?

They feed us fear, they sell us doom
In the chaos factory's weaving room
Fake news, the propaganda's blade
A game of power, cruelly played

With each headline, a new beast is born
A crеature of spite, of the truth forlorn
In thе screens' glow, we find our fears
As the puppeteers pull strings, the truth disappears

Do you see the wires that control the play?
Or will you let the false prophets lead the way?

They peddle panic
They trade in fright
Undermining the day, glorifying the night
Fake news, an empire's stain
In the echo chamber's relentless refrain
It's a siege of the mind
An assault on the facts
A barrage of noise where the fiction reacts
Stand guard at the gates of your perception's keep
Don't let the dealers of deceit sow what they reap

In the fervour of falsehood, we're lost, we're tossed
In the storm of stories, in the lies embossed
But the anchor of awareness will break the curse
Of the propaganda's plague, of the universe perverse