We point at the smoke and deny the spark, name the fire like it wasn’t ours. We bless the hands that built the cages and curse the ones that learned to survive. We trade in blame like clean currency, rinse our mouths with careful words. Every truth arrives already shaped, every lie dressed up as concern. We don’t need monsters. We cooperate. No one is innocent here. No one stayed clean. We built the weight we carry and called it routine. No one is innocent here. No one stands apart. We just learned to hide our fingerprints inside the dark. We feed the system with our patience, then ask why it never starves. We wear the badge of being different while repeating every rule. We call it choice when it favors us, call it fate when it doesn’t. We want the comfort of innocence without paying for leaving. We don’t break the cycle. We polish it. No one is innocent here. No one stayed clean. We built the weight we carry and called it routine. No one is innocent here. No one stands apart. We just learned to hide our fingerprints inside the dark. We don’t want justice. We want agreement. We don’t want change. We want relief. We don’t want to be better we want to be excused. Point the finger. Count the flaws. Trade your silence for applause. Every side becomes the same when no one leaves the game. No one is innocent here. No one stands pure. We learned how to live with the damage and call it mature. No one is innocent here. No one is free. We are the shape of what we defend and what we refuse to see. No villains. No heroes. Just participation with better excuses.
