Among the ones who know
What's really going on
Because they are behind it
At the highest levels of secrecy
There is a library in a cloud
Where the names of all the innocent
And the guilty are slowly
Being unredacted as they pass
From earth to heaven while there
In the harbors of the moon
In the courts of mercy
Others are given back their souls
And sent off to try again
To find their secret selves
In this transparent world
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