In the grand expanse of time and space,
There lies a truth we must embrace,
That every downfall has its start,
In tiny fractures of the heart.

Through the ages, men have sought,
To understand what cannot be bought,
The secret whispers in the wind,
Of how our troubles do begin.

From the smallest chink in armor's light,
To cracks that widen in the night,
The signs are there for all to see,
If only we would truly be.

But often we are blind to see,
The path that leads to tragedy,
And so we stumble in the dark,
Unaware of the deadly spark.

For in the smallest things we find,
The seeds of our own downfall lined,
With careless words and thoughtless deed,
We sow the crops of future need.

Perhaps it starts with just one lie,
That...