A clash of hues, a fractured light,
Where shadows dance and truths take flight.
A whispered doubt, a ringing plea,
In moral storms, a restless sea.
The compass spins its needle frail,
As conscience weeps and virtues fail.
A thorny path where choices bleed,
And righteous acts to darkness lead.
The heart's a judge with trembling hand,
In shifting sands, it cannot stand.
For lines...
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