The Corridors of Power

A place better left unknown

People walking on sidewalk during night time
The Corridors of Power Photo by Cristina Gottardi / Unsplash

If you take a walk
Through the corridors of power
Where the frames of heroes hang
And the history book sleeps
You'll find a vague sense of belonging
Then a scattered transitioning
A voyage filled with the guilt of men
And the blood thirst of monsters
Suited up in the colors of deceit
And the insolence of ignorance
The sword of Damocles
And the feigns of days lost
You'll find a passage that will lead you
To a place better left unknown
A place of grim darkness and obscure hope
A grave of lost conscience

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