"The Warning"by Roy DawsonI told them not to do it. I said it as plain as the morning sun cutting through a dirty window. No poetry. No flair. Just truth in its simplest, hardest form. The kind of truth that doesn't need decoration because it's been earned—paid for in scars and sleepless nights.But they did it anyway.They always do.They hear the

The Wrath of Exposure: A Reflection on Lies and Their ConsequencesThey come, those who twist the truth into something unrecognizable, something dangerous. I know them well—those who manipulate the light, twist the heart, and wear masks of lies like armor. But no matter how well they disguise their treachery, the truth has a way of clawing its way