Wickedly,
The truth erupts,
Blinding white,
Its fragments cutting through the air,
Like a mortar explosion.
Debris of the facade
Fall sprinkling down
Like the crinkling-dry leaves of the
autumn.
Somewhere,
Not far,
Casualties of lies
Lay bleeding beneath the wreckage
And CNN airs footage of the night's
attack.
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