Before it comes.
Will your dreams, aptitude, strength, goodness, Anger, save you?
Black songs will be sang.
Shivering souls will claim the white cloud.
There w
ill be a canoe of sadness sailing'n directions.
They will weep to their selves.
They will take every last breathe weighty.
Their eyes begins to see more vivid than ever.
Their brain will suddenly become sharp.
They will examine kind words.
They will take every step with promise.
They will marry reality and give birth to precautions.
Their mind will speak,"Thou shall be next if thee. can't stop the evil lurking in thous mind."
They will become a mindless puppet.
After a while.
Their senses will slowly restore.
They will mask this broken part.
They will search for refuge.
They will Embrace the inevitable.
They would not want to wrestle their outcome.
But when it happens again.
It would be a charade of endless circling.
©Bello
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