Peace…


    Mist-like, crawls with spider hands


    Creeping forth to sense winds of opposition.


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    Finding none,


    Fog settles densely


    Lulling into dream-rich slumber,


    Slowly morphing sighs into groans,


    Raucous laughter into disquieting screams.


    Elusive wakefulness,


    Engulfed in incubus,


    Oppression,


    Injustice.


    Peace…


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    <li>Excerpt from the privately published Observations from the Fall of Man</li>


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