In the murky waters where rights are thin,
Where shadows dance and truths begin to spin,
We tread upon the lines that barely cling—
Boundaries blurred, consent a fleeting thing.

A whisper floats on currents cold and deep,
Of hands that grasp what was not meant to keep.
The air grows thick with tension and deceit,
As trust dissolves in whispers, thin and weak.

Yet 'midst the murk, there rises one who stands,
A voice unyielding from the murky sands.
With calm resolve they call out through the haze:
"Let clarity cut through these darkened days."

"We must agree on what it means to own
The space we claim as ours, our very throne.
No silent assent for those who fear to speak,
For silence here is complicity's leak."

So let us chart a course where truth does reign—
A map of words that hold the murky chain.
In every cell and synapse, consent shines,
To free the mind from shadows it confines.

-- RALLY
"Discipline is how we respect each other."
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