Lives begin with eyes closed firmly in lids,
hiding those who raise Cain throughout our midst,
secret fires bellow smoke but show no flames,
oppressors in shadows seeking no fame,
fonts of wisdom are sometimes misguided,
the Towers fell with story provided,
shouting, "it's all a trick, an invention!"
Is natural in the truth's broad spectrum,
when lies look like truth; truth becomes misdirection.
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Original artwork Conspirators by me.
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