When the days will ask the stars to glitter for some light
A day will come
When the silence will ask the hustle to be within sight
And the mask of good faith
Will be worn again
The souls that despise
Will be called pure again
Tears will be shed
Apologies withheld
And reasons will be defined
For the heinous crimes
Only this time
The goodness will not be defined by being just
Goodness won’t be served
On the gold plate to those who lust
When THE day will come
The night will rule
The knives used till date to make cuts
Will switch hands and be used to stab and just sushh
As I’m not the one to carry a story
Just to see if the ending has glory
I stand alone in eyes of some
Yet I have never been this wholesome
I now know what I should know
I now bow to no one; so
I stand amid the waves and roars
And they sound like a squeak in front of my mighty soul
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