Hues come in many separate shades highlighting different “truths”, In a world with only one big picture. But, Never will I take heed to yellow headlines trying to shine brighter than the Son’s flicker. How sweet it is that Maduro’s caught, From a plot boiling for too many years now at a stop, Yet, The plan’s tainted vision is thicker! Than what anyone can imagine, With a set of eyes littered by a lie, Triggering millions in ways they couldn’t fathom, Even if they tried. A Hero’s a hero until you realize, Boys will always be boys, No matter the damage, Playing with lives meant for a Man and a Woman to manage. Nonetheless, Who am I to say anything as a man in, A world I do not belong to? After all, A strong suit? I don’t have as it all comes to a close while I choose, To keep looking past it. A stage, Only meant for puppets to play as I refuse, To be strung along with a hand in, My back with only one intention. Crushing a faith I stand on regardless of a death wish…
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