No magical spell, fairy tell allusion.
No, imaginary conclusion,
No delusion hindering the sold fact.
Prolonged, obsessive eluding to the truth.
No recanted statements denouncing the proof.
Your honor if I was a judge, I’d throw away the key, deny bail and the right to plea.
A simple little fact.
Matter of fact.
Speculation has reached it’s max.
I love you.
And that’s strictly facts.