The fact of fiction

Books and bodies lie around, knowledge lost and never found,
Burn the knowledge that you find, though you cannot burn the mind.

Letters speak but voices fade, seeds of descent have been laid.
Secrets spilled creating doubt day by day more shout.
Fear spreads here down below, left alone it spreads and grow.
Burden of brain in our head most people find it hard to shed.

Hellish plan to redo, the world burnt and reshaped by few.
We were right and they were wrong that is what was in the false song.
Black and white must be true the masses convinced by the chosen few.
World brainwashed in a single way, bad luck and it's here to stay