Images of serenity and peace,
looked like a place to be at ease.
Like a seedling searching for the light,
overshadowed by the moonless night.
Painted faces pass and go,
few who reveal to let you know.
Artificial emotions that you project,
like a crimson blade stuck on my back.
The power to lead that was infused,
now is all but spend and abused.
Fatal speeches that went to deep,
I wonder how do you sleep.
The scales were tipped by a pressure so great,
that not even the bravest soul could ever take.
A fabric wrapped around the eyes of justice,
causing random flares in the still mist.
It takes intense concentration to see,
like the hidden messages that are written in tea.
Instincts that survived through the ages,
will now be pushed to the edges.
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