New truth breaks darkness for those who stroll alone.
A door will close to shed light on neglected rules,
only the celebrated will exit.
The absence of light will hide us from each other,
the shadows will be welcomed.
The lands of difference will merge soon,
leaving a line for those who know different.
Playing the game of chasing butterflies will make small change.
Fooling eyes will trick us,
leading us onto fields we hate like poison.
Walk the selected home to set an example
of civil loyalty, then take rest
under the bridge to avoid the veiling rain.
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