Deep in the misting,
Of a clogging fog.
Wandering as if blinded,
By minds overwhelmed...
By a light so bright,
A darkness wished...
Prevents them from seeing,
Their paths to journey through...
Confusion and conflict.
With a dismissing of the mist.
And a fog intended to clog,
Minds unaccepting...
The presence of a clear rescue.
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