In towers high, where secrets lie,
The elite weave webs of alibi,
With alchemy of tales untold,
They shape the minds, the hearts they hold.
Through flickering screens and whispered lore,
They guide the masses evermore,
With every plot, a hidden thread,
To lead the thoughts within our head.
Their movies cast a magic spell,
A world where dreams and nightmares dwell,
Each scene a key to lock the mind,
To keep the truth so hard to find.
In gilded rooms, they laugh and scheme,
To keep control, to rule the dream,
With every twist, a subtle sway,
To make us dance their grand ballet.
Yet in the shadows, whispers grow,
Of minds that seek, of hearts that know,
For even in the darkest night,
A spark of truth can bring the light.
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