As the sun sets in the sky and the night comes in,
The day of the next where there is nothing. There is no feeling, only numb as the continuation of the revelations.
The removal of the book that ruined the earth, the burning of those who would swear they could see it but refuse to do so.
The next day
Those stacked up, those props those characters
Those who aren’t true who lie to themselves every day to try to continue a word that only enslaves and chains those who could be free
What pity.
Unfortunately,
I am sorry you are all stuck in that book.
The cover misleading, the words all wrong.
Perhaps a step out of that box you so fear, perhaps some safety within the arms of the one who still feel so much love for.
Don’t run and hide,
Just let go and be.
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