₦airaland Forum

I
It was never just a number,
it was a test wearing a symbol.
A shadow asking the soul
who it truly belongs to.
II
It spread through trade and thrones,
through hunger dressed as peace.
Not burned into flesh,
but pressed into allegiance.
III
The world bowed to convenience,
called survival wisdom.
Truth was hunted into corners,
and courage learned to whisper.
IV
But the count ran out of breath.
The shadow met a louder name.
What rose on fear collapsed in fire,
and the false crown cracked.
V
Then light claimed what it always owned.
The faithful stood, still standing.
The mark vanished like smoke,
and the last word was life.
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- Fearless Lines
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