The Mirror

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The Mirror

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Look carefully at the world.


The violence of nations

Begins first

Inside ordinary hearts.


Every cruelty begins as silence.

Every tyranny begins as obedience.

Every collapse begins

When good people decide

That truth is too exhausting to defend.


The apocalypse does not arrive with fire alone.

Sometimes it arrives quietly-

Through indifference,

Through distraction,

Through the slow death of conscience.

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