In this darkness my mind peers
I behold men rendered blind
caressed by their own fears
fettered by their own kind
The stillness of tongues many
emptiness of a choking world
with men standing still
like naked mannequins
scarecrows
terrifying themselves
and laughing over their folly
In this darkness
the compass of redemption
lies helpless in the abyss of negligence
progress is but a mirage
so we remain - impotent
like sleeping plants
awaiting the come of a
little light
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