In no man’s land
I will live a life hoping to be remembered
Tell a tale no one will hear
Whisper words carried by the air
Call for help, helped by none
Unleash a rage unknown to others
Plead for my existence knowing
It’s the right thing to do.

It’s not about the power
You think you possess
Weakness comes in different forms
Some exact power to hide the weakness caged within their hearts
While others show weakness to hide the disruptive strength they possess

You may continue to cage us
But remember power that prey’s upon
The weak is a hoax within itself
And a lie built within a lie
Will always turn upon itself, And show its true form

Bare of false lies, Bare of truthful tales.

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