In shadows deep, where secrets thrive,
Beneath the veil of night's disguise,
A shroud of darkness hides our sin,
Concealing deeds we dare not grin.
With silent steps, we move unseen,
Cloaked by the night, where truth's obscene,
The moon, a witness, turns away,
As darkness masks the light of day.
Yet shadows fade as dawn draws near,
Revealing all we sought to veer,
For even darkness cannot hide,
The scars of deeds we can't abide.
So let us face the light, confess,
Release the burden, seek redress,
For in the truth, though hard to bear,
Lies hope for healing, fresh and fair.
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