Riddle Fifteen: The Bite of Truth
I bit the hand that brought me pain,
It's not a lizard's tail—there's no regrow again.
He's not me, that's clear to see,
And now I smile, toothlessly free.
Worth every hit, every scar I own,
He shouldn't have wandered where he wasn't known.
Reverse or forward, the story's the same—
Consent is the rule, not just a name.
Bring out the 5150, not Area 51,
Let the truth shine bright, let justice be done.
Guess where we are? The Hun might know,
Like a landslide's path, revealed in the flow.
Moo and Ian, blind to the signs,
But the truth will surface, crossing all lines.