The Smoke Will Thin
The smoke will thin.
The rubble will cool.
The names will fade from breaking news—
but not from the Record.
When earth yields up its buried,
when skies split open,
witnesses untampered,
truths unsealed—
a voice will echo—
from the throne of the justice—
heavy as eternity:
بِأَيِّ ذَنبٍ قُتِلَتْ
— MyKoul
March,5,2026
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