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Beneath a veil of dismay, yearning for a brighter day,
Through the whispers of the night, a shattered soul takes flight,
In the den of vipers, where hope never dies,
Beneath the weight of deceit and lies.
In the den of serpents, where hope takes flight,
Against the river's flow, a spirit weaves through the night.
In the whispers of disdain, a heart consumed by the strain,
A soul struggling to believe, in the shadows where they deceive.
Against the tempest, a celestial sign,
In the echoes, where tales entwine,
Against the silence, where courage shines,
Hope's crescendo, in the grand design.
Against the current, I remain, in this symphony of pain.
A dance of deceit, in the game we all play.
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