You stood beneath the structures you built,
Under the weight of your own design.
You heard the echo inside the halls
Where power once called itself divine.
You felt the tremor in every word,
Watched the meaning slowly drift.
Truth was bending in open light,
And you were present at the shift.
You saw it.
You knew it.
You were the witness.
To the crown that lost its shine.
To the law that crossed the line.
You were the witness.
To belief dividing truth.
To the silence of your proof.
You held two flames within one chest,
One for comfort, one for fear.
You fed the story you preferred,
And let the fracture reappear.
You named your doubt a private storm,
You named denial discipline.
You watched the walls begin to crack,
And chose to stay within.
You heard it.
You stayed.
You were the witness.
To the word that changed its face.
To the lie that took its place.
You were the witness.
To hope that turned to stone.
To truth left overthrown.
Belief became your shield.
Doubt became a threat.
Faith hardened into distance.
Despair filled what was left.
You watched the sky grow heavy.
You watched the ground give way.
You were the witness.
Not blind.
Not deceived.
You were the witness.
And chose
To believe.
You saw it.
And remained.