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My eyes are gritty
From the debris of ashes that scatters in the winds.
They form as shadowy ghosts of our ancestors.
Their lives have been taken... As their cries were forsaken.
And even my very own tears have dried
Like the Sahara Desert.
No longer... do they bear witness to the indignation
That afflicts my soul.
How much longer must I weather this quiet storm that "reigns" within?
Like a voice in the wilderness pleading to a people that I love.
But they rebuke me to be as a child that cries wolf.
They refuse to take heed.
What more can I do?
I can only serve them the plate.
But I can't force them to eat.
TMH!... Dertermines to whom he feeds.
So... until then...
The blind sees no evil...
The deaf hears no evil...
And the dumb... are under the strong delusions of inclusions.
Such a strondhold of sorcery.
Yet! Redemption... draws nigh for his elect...
Jen'uwin Mor
