Your words fall empty, a mask to obscure,
The truth I know, steadfast and sure.
You speak of “authority” with hollow pride,
Yet I see the cracks where your stories collide.
It seems honesty isn’t part of your commonwealth,
You’re far richer in tales than in truth itself.
The facts remain, no matter your spin,
Deception may start, but it won’t ever win.
While peace may guide where we must cross,
Respect is earned, not built on loss.
Cordial, yes — but trust won’t renew,
For honesty matters, and I see through you.
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