Day Becomes Night

In this time of spiritual writhing the ends no longer justify the means and so here we have time standing still, holding it's breath in the hopes that an exhalation need not be necessary but alas, it is not to be. Hope above and beyond hope, the cries wander aimlessly out into the night. Gone are the brethren, gone are the lost days to which we have all succumbed, gone are the tried and true arrows of unrelenting insight into the depths of our now long lost soul. In egotistical worship we decay and eventually come to lose our way. Day becomes night and in fright we hide in the shadows of our own making.

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