The air hangs thick, a curtain drawn across the truth. You stand upon a crumbling These lives, not knots you needed to untangle, not threats whispered in the dark, but quiet streams flowing toward a sea you never cared to map. They had no escape route, no hidden , just the daily stretch of living, tending small gardens And you, with the weight of grievance, of your own making, decide affront on your own soul. Your arrogance too heavy to carry honestly, now rolls downgathering speed, leaving only dust. caught in the necessary spin of survival, persistent building bridges , Occupied by the focus elsewhere, conspiracy against your peace their simultaneous a conspiracy against your comfort? The notion collapses under its own thin logic. You mistook industry for malice, and exhaustion for new perspective, The silence stretches, out to an empty plain where noise once reigned. done, the ledger marked in a grim, permanent ink. And what remains? Not victory, surely. Just they served, revolutions. A new perspective, the empty room. What view can be gained from of such needless ruin? of what was, a distorted map of your own misplaced You can build anew, they say, raise structures on ground. But the foundation is stained, of the life your extinguishing not for defense, not for survival, but for the temporary, brittle satisfaction of proving a point no one was listening to. The new view, I suspect, suddenly , irrevocably altered. As the will, and the greed is willing A facaud Not the face I thought I knew, But a landscape rearranged By the abuse of the terrored of being. In our fate The same bones ache, Can you the same eyes see, Yet the light falls differently now, dust rises as it began Where solid ground once seemed to settle. This new perception, a splinter Forces a quiet turning, igcknowledgment of the wreckage. Not My arrogance, a vast, ill-fitting coat, It's ,who is like, across the shoulders in Espanol Jefe Now And ridiculous I see My less and you more in Determination My bitterness in a individual to show Your scumbag ness,the cycle repeats because you did not believe in yourself,your the same as the individual that threatened me in the first place, but your excuse is we're the bad people,who who you forced to do to make do what they're doing is good individual provides for the family is socially known respected and never shown any disrespect towards you it is you that disrespected the world.

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