A poem.
Darkness…thick, black, tangible, living darkness, the air is heavy with it enveloping every moment; the sun is shining and there are people about yet the darkness is consuming, it is eating us from the outside while our souls turn black from within.
The darkness has gained a form and it walks amongst us spilling its vile essence, it no longer creeps in the shadows around corners that you can’t see into nay it eats and grows; the darkness knows your heart and feeds upon your little fears till you scream in pain, to run you can try but it’s already there on the other side waiting to devour your sanity.
We must stop it this darkness so profound in its evil movement to fill us with fear, for it is fear and nothing more yet we let our governors ram it down our gullet; they steal our power from us with the fear they manufacture from half-truths and old news, stand and scream ‘No this will not be’ for our power we must hold to fight the dark and the wrongs they would have us endure…
Just say…
“I am”
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