Riding upon the fears of the tide,
the broken world lent a watchful eye.
Feigning love with etched smile so false,
tormented were its thoughts, of course.
Played upon were their dreams so frail,
that smiles glint as all hope failed.
And as the tide does always break,
so too did their spines in the wake.
For the free did shout a call of cheer,
as liberty gave way to tyrannical fear.
-me
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