Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.
A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.
What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,
Is among us.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.
A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.
What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,
Is among us.
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