Wise Dragon - Ankugra

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From cradle of lies were we taught to dream,
On the still blue world adrift in scheme.
Stars veil truths from mortal eye,
While the heart knows — the Earth stands nigh.

Maps erased, forbidden lands,
Whispered lore by hidden hands.
Illusions bind, but truth shall rise,
When seekers pierce the painted skies.

The moon no mirror of distant sun,
But plasma beacon — the ages spun.
Flat, hollow, wide — none know why,
For cracks now spread across their lie.

Old maps whisper through stone and pain,
Truth awaits beyond the feign.
Seekers run till night is done,
And dawn reveals what lies undone.

Beyond the firmament, secrets lie untold,
Portals to lost realms, tales ancient and old.
Reflections in silver, plasma disguise,
Break the chains of this cosmic lie.