A heart intact, though storms may rage, beats firm in truth, no masks engage.
Corruption whispers, soft and sly,
yet love's own shadow crafts the lie.
When honor guides, no sword can shame, but twisted hearts ignite the blame.
Through conflict's night, the pure remain,
while tainted spirits weave disdain.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 10:45 PM UTC
A heart intact, though storms may rage, beats firm in truth, no masks engage.
Corruption whispers, soft and sly,
yet love's own shadow crafts the lie.
When honor guides, no sword can shame, but twisted hearts ignite the blame.
Through conflict's night, the pure remain,
while tainted spirits weave disdain.
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