by Nick Graham
The
end,
But
not the end.
A
cycle,
But
never the same.
To
many a time of death,
But
to me of revelation.
The
surface falls away,
Revealing
the true form beneath.
Just
as leaves must fall,
Lies
are cast aside,
The
tree is now exposed,
Its
secrets laid bare.
This
is not just symbolic,
But
a warning to the world.
Lies
cannot last,
They
delay - that is all.
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