Hiding the red brick past poem
In shadows deep, where secrets dwell,
A group of wicked souls does dwell. They hide our red brick past with glee, Obscuring truth, denying to see.
Once, this world, with fiery hue, Stood proud with bricks of vibrant hue. But darkness came, in tempest's might, Melting the land, a devastating plight.
The earth did weep, its heart torn wide, As fiery torrents merged with the tide. The molten waves consumed all we knew, Erasing histories, obscuring the view.
Amidst the ruins, the wicked arose, A sinister group, their power grows. They thrive on deceit and twisted lies, With venomous tongues, they hypnotize.
They bury our past in layers of deceit, Distorting memories, making us retreat. The red brick whispers, lost in the din, Hidden beneath a web of sin.
Their wickedness knows no bounds, For truth they care not, only their crowns. They cloak themselves in false delight, And blind our eyes with endless night.
But though they hide behind their mask, Our spirits yearn to break the task. We'll seek the truth, unravel the lies, Expose their darkness to the skies.
For deep within, our red brick beats, Resilient echoes that no deceit defeats. Though melted and flooded, our world may be, Our spirit burns bright, forever free.
So rise, O souls, with courage anew, Unveil the secrets, let truth ensue. Let the red brick past emerge from the shade, Illuminate the darkness where evil was laid.
A group of wicked souls does dwell. They hide our red brick past with glee, Obscuring truth, denying to see.
Once, this world, with fiery hue, Stood proud with bricks of vibrant hue. But darkness came, in tempest's might, Melting the land, a devastating plight.
The earth did weep, its heart torn wide, As fiery torrents merged with the tide. The molten waves consumed all we knew, Erasing histories, obscuring the view.
Amidst the ruins, the wicked arose, A sinister group, their power grows. They thrive on deceit and twisted lies, With venomous tongues, they hypnotize.
They bury our past in layers of deceit, Distorting memories, making us retreat. The red brick whispers, lost in the din, Hidden beneath a web of sin.
Their wickedness knows no bounds, For truth they care not, only their crowns. They cloak themselves in false delight, And blind our eyes with endless night.
But though they hide behind their mask, Our spirits yearn to break the task. We'll seek the truth, unravel the lies, Expose their darkness to the skies.
For deep within, our red brick beats, Resilient echoes that no deceit defeats. Though melted and flooded, our world may be, Our spirit burns bright, forever free.
So rise, O souls, with courage anew, Unveil the secrets, let truth ensue. Let the red brick past emerge from the shade, Illuminate the darkness where evil was laid.
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