Lies
How far is now, The truth that used to be so close? In younger days, We held it tight. Now, like a flame that hunts its prey, Truth's devoured by night. Leaving nothing but pure lies, From burning pages, they emerge. Born from rot, they rise, Not to save... but purge! 🔥
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