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Ashes of Truth
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Nest of Shadows In fumes that whisper like dying ghosts,
The truth dissolves beneath our gaze.
Fame, that viper crowned in gold,
Drives out the guilt we dare not face.
Our tongues preach peace through bloodied teeth,
While crimes bloom crimson in the streets.
We dance in circles of our own despair,
Clapping for rights we never bear.
Promises rot beneath the clock’s slow scream,
Each tick a dirge for forgotten dreams.
And in the fog of that eternal war,
Our souls still bleed —
Forever more.
