Time... after time...
The evil ...awakens...
And those... losing their minds...
Take the point, beyond breaking...
Within...
Each passing moment...
There is no mistaking...
Evil...
Seeking, it's master...
And as, it becomes synchronized...
The fires of Hell...
Raise, incrementally, higher...
As the inceasant drone of the lost souls
Suffer ...and moan...
To a Hell ...of each, their own design...
Chess masters... of the all...
Reading dimensions beyond space/time
Move heavens and earth,
In ploys ...to get the upper hand...
Angel ...and demons...
Cast spells
To thwart... organized factions...
Leading countless armies ...to their doom
To warp and distort...
Reasons...
Ushering increasing hate and confusion...
To channel the vortex ...of the illusion...
Of might... and right...
To weaken their strengths...
And make their weakness strong...
Diverting the power...
To the endemic process...
Magnified...
By the cries of fallen soldiers
Lost ...in their moment of truth
Only then, to find that...
The secret was always, within us all...
For the whole of our existence...
And their peerless leaders led them
Again and again...
To pretend the march to useless slaughter,
Was Heaven stamped, justified...
Where... there was no relief, as promised...
In other words,
They lied.
And...
Truth is the winds of time...
Carrying hope...
If, what remains survives... somewhat intact
Somehow...
Enabled to cope
Beyond the loss...
Beyond the cost...
Beyond the spiritual calculus...
Feelings... of loss and abandonment...
...Of the lost cause... if they had no belief...
Paid in full, of their own understanding...
In the life... carried, beyond the cross
Battlegrounds... of our souls...
Representatives of principalities,
Come and go...
Taking their turns, leading armies...
False flags... catch the winds, of our minds eyes
As... we dance our lives
From beginning to end...
Each, in our turn...
Picking up the pieces, which remain...
After tying ...all the loose ends...
Observing the trends...
To change the direction...
Or turn directly into the winds...
With those we have identified,
Somehow...
As... our friends.
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