The Decline

You have the answers before the questions arise

A lot of vague contemplations, the untrue memories and indignation

Skillfully disguised in misdirection, a way paved with untruthful words

Waiting for them to falter; strike the vulnerable at a tragic moment

Unheard will be the silent shrieks of the soul in an upturned world

The spiteful questions smeared with poison to impale the fallen

Trample their dreams, arisen the sullied times like a thunderbolt


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