In the clutches of deceit, a liar's foray,
Two grim axioms entwined, leading astray.
With each whispered falsehood and each twisted lie,
They danced in his soul, where shadows lie.

The first, the axiom of choice, oh so sly,
Promised freedom with a deceitful cry.
"In every fib spun, a world to adorn,
Where truth and lies blur, and trust is torn."

But the second, the voice of conscience, it wailed,
"In the liar's embrace, where darkness prevailed,
Deception's path, where shadows grow deep,
Innocence lost, and trust begins to weep."

In the heart of this deceiver, these axioms took root,
A sinister tango, a malevolent pursuit.
The axiom of choice, with its beguiling art,
The...