She speaks in curves
She clouds the line
She names my vigilance as pride
A voice that weakens faithful hands
Has chosen its own side
I did not ask for her to come
I did not ask for her to see
The wall I built, the watch I keep
Is all that stands between me and defeat
She calls it fear, she calls it stone
She calls my armor chains and rust
But I have stood where others fell
And paid the price in blood and dust
This is the murder of wisdom
Done with a smile, done with a word
This is the death of reason
In the name of peace, in the name of love
The blade goes in without a sound
And wisdom bleeds upon the ground
I did not come to break your post
I came to show you what it costs
When every question becomes a threat
And every truth becomes a loss
You moved
No
You did
This is the murder of wisdom
Done in the name of what is right
This is the death of daylight
In the long victorious night
The shield is whole, the wall is high
But something holy learned to die
The shield did not break
The wall is still in place
But blood is on the handle
And wisdom
Wisdom is gone
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