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Feb 10
You won’t find that key,
Cheap and bright as gold.
Turn inside—be free,
Let your soul unfold.

Wealth’s within, yet lies
Rot the world outside.
Since your youth, unwise,
You have chased the bribe.

Tricks replace the mind,
Falsehood blinds the way.
Truth is left behind,
Masked in grand display.

Honor doesn’t pay—
So you play the game.
Fake it all the way,
Lie without a shame.

Soon you'll lose your pride,
Conscience fades to dust.
But you’ll rise so high—
In deceit they trust.

Youthful flames burn out,
Tamed into a beast.
"Joyful life," they tout—
Half a man at least.

Cross the line—too late,
There's no turning back.
Now you serve their fate,
Tied into the pack.

Strong ones—you devour,
Yet to them, you’re ****.
What went wrong? The power
Of the Spirit’s numb.

So while young, decide—
Walk the path with might!
Leave the filthy tide,
Stand—a mountain bright!
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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