The whispered promise etched in ancient stone,
"Truth shall prevail," a seed divinely sown.
A beacon burning in the darkest night,
A guiding star, a testament to right.
We cling to it, a lifeline in the fray,
When shadows lengthen and the honest stray.
We build our laws, our faiths, our moral code,
Upon this bedrock on this hallowed road.
Yet history whispers...
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