Those words burn in my chest like embers, relentless and furious, because too many voices rise in places they don’t belong, voices that have never known the weight of a parent’s sorrow, the hollow silence of a room that once echoed with a son’s laughter. Yet they speak. They judge. They take sides as if […]
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She greets with charm, but masks a snare,A queen in shadowed, deadly lair.She does not love, she seeks to own,To sit on thrones not hers alone. She whispers poison in his ear,Inflates his pride, then feeds his fear.She builds him up to bring him low,And feasts upon his weakened soul. Her counsel wraps in flattery,But
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They used him, not just time or hands,But dreams he built like castle sands.They drained his light with hollow praise,Then vanished in his final days. He gave like rivers to the drought,A silent strength, a soul devout.He held their storms, their night, their pain,And never once asked back again. But when he rose, began to
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The Moment Truth Walked In Death has a way of stripping away illusions. In life, people hide behind pleasantries, half-truths, and comfortable lies, until the finality of the grave forces silence upon them. Then, the unspoken rises like a ghost. Secrets spill from trembling lips. Regrets, once buried under pride or fear, claw their way
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It starts with warmth, a gentle sway,A whisper soft that draws its prey.A coil of charm, a smile so wideBut venom always learns to hide. He loved his blood, his kin, his name,Before the silence, before the shame.He laughed with brother, called him near,Till shadows fed upon his fear. The python curled with perfect grace,And
Religion should be a source of comfort, a refuge for the weary and a light for the lost. But when twisted into something darker, it becomes a blade that cuts deep and a hammer that shatters souls. Some people aren’t killed by violence or illness, but by something far more insidious: the slow, methodical destruction
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They say the lens reveals the soulA mirror framed, complete and whole.But sometimes light conceals the ache,And every smile’s a small heartbreak.One photograph, so clean, composed,Yet missed the war the heart imposed. A second before the shutter clicked,One soul stood still, heart worn and sick.They didn’t want it, not the frame, not the actBut chose
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He opened the door with a trembling hand,To a shadow he swore he’d never withstand.They wore a smile stitched tight with lies,A serpent’s grace in a lover’s guise. They spoke of change, of pain, of light,Of demons battled in the lonely night.And though the truth rang false and thin,His heart was weak, he let them
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Some souls are born with light in hand,A quiet grace, a love so grand.They bloom like spring in every room,And lift the hearts they help exhume. They are the reason joy takes flight,The calm that breaks a stormy night.Their presence heals, their laughter staysA blessing wrapped in human shape. But others come with darker thread,With
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Because you are here, and he is gonea life cut short, a light withdrawn.You cried your tales in silence loud,wove storms from sorrow, fierce and proud. You cast him in a cruel disguise,a villain framed by careful lies.Denied him voice, denied him peace,you bound his truth and gave no lease. You claimed he ruled with