The knife twirls behind the backs of every person
A cunning grin waiting patiently to be revealed only with the knife
Conversation is surface deep among the community
Dive any deeper, and the thin mask will be gently removed
Revealing the true corruption that is too deep to paint over again
Nobody can be trusted
Nobody is okay

For now, the knives will continue their forbearing dance
Behind the back of our fragile community.

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