Face to face awkwardly with devils
Things changed, situations tense
Peace is minutes away from destruction
From them a lie more can trigger a war
Retreat an inch from adamant position
Bring back normalcy, defuse the bomb of anger
Drink a glass of patience, it will bear fruit
Sweet for an honest, poisonous for a liar
Flexibility is needed for the survival of truth.
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