For the shouting will not stop,

lies like maggots that burrow and spawn

the devilish insides of treachery

and broken trust.

Voices; the lava that bubbles, churns and gnaws,

erodes like acid, tears at the shell

and breaks apart the fragments of brick and mortar

and the people within.

Secrecy is the glue that binds,

and honesty a beast in the shifting shadows

that dies a humble death.

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