A false 'lighting' from them recedes.
The hold of a way of life,
From them begins to leave.
This upsetting recession,
Has them confessing...
Truths many among them disbelieve.
Deities of change,
ARE here.
Invisible to veiled eyes...
Yet they are near!
And those of consciousness,
Feel their presence best!
In an acceptance of an undoing,
That for them is clear.
Not everyone will be stunned...
When they appear.
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