hoods we weave,
In the hopes that they'll believe
All our lies and deceit,
Tangled webs we complete.
But the truth will prevail,
No matter how we wail
And try to hide our shame,
Our hearts will bear the blame.
So let us strive for grace,
In every single place
And seek to do what's right,
In darkness, be the light.
For in the end, it's clear
That honesty is near
And falsehoods will not last,
In the shadows they'll be cast.
So let us live with truth,
In the vigor of our youth
And let our words be pure,
In everything we endure.
Poetry that uses meter, rhyme, and a fixed structure is known as formal poetry.
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