Generated on Mar 21, 2025, 12:08:02 AMgpt-4o-mini
Paradox Poem: The CIA's Ripple
In shadows deep, where secrets play,
A pebble dropped, yet whispers sway.
The truth concealed, a laugh in disguise,
In every lie, a truth that flies.
A serious jest, a game of chance,
In covert moves, the spies will dance.
The water ripples, yet still it stands,
In silent chaos, the world expands.
With every splash, a chuckle grows,
In hidden depths, the humor flows.
A paradox of laughter and fear,
In every mission, the truth draws near.
So drop that pebble, let it fall,
In the depths of silence, hear the call.
For in the game of shadows and light,
The funny truth is hidden in sight.