I watch the world in front of me with skyscrapers as the world stops. I can vividly remember the day you all cheered a murderer, a tyrant in the making— now a dictator.
How you cheered for them while ignoring the cries of those who were then oppressed by this oppressive government. The celebration of lies, how the truth was then overshadowed. The time when liars ruled this broken system and those who told the truth were forced to stay in the dark.
Screaming . . . crying . . . and broken-hearted for the country they most beloved. Where their stories will never see the world for those who tell the tale would be gone once the sun rises. No one knows up to when this writer could live to tell their tale, for I know that if I dare to tell and expose the truth, then I will also face the dangers right ahead of me.
But I will still tell every story I can for the truth enlightens. And if I will be able to enlighten one who is cloaked in disinformation, then I have served my purpose.
–Alethea
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Gilded Truth
General Fiction"Her words are venom to those who hate the truth." Effe Collymore finds power in her words as she continues her father's legacy of being a propagandist, exposing the lies and deception of the broken system of the government under the dictatorship o...
