From chaos
Out of the chaos of truth and light we emerge exhausted into the softness of the night. Tired and weary we have grown, since chaos took hold and our hopes were blown.
Gingerly to the edge we creep, laying down on the earth over the edge we peep.There fall the answers that we seek they are gone now lost to us, born off on the wind before we even got a peek.
The heavens above us full of planets and stars laughingly look down on this arduous life that is ours.We are left here cold and naked our clothes have all been ripped off and stolen by the wind. Pointlessly we try to hide this awkward shape that our bodies are in.
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Panic spreads through us as we all look around. Our pride and our honour have all gone to ground. Things that were normal sudden seem strange and out of place. Now we all realize how far we have fallen from grace. One by one the realization of what we have lost is shown on our faces.
Turning as one we run to the door from whence the light outside shines through on to the floor. But as we near the beckoning light we see the doors are closing and outbreaks a fight. Fear and anger runs through us all. I stand and I see we have escaped nothing at all.
So we have run from the chaos of truth and light we emerged exhausted into the softness of the night. Tired and weary we have grown, only to realize nothing has changed except the light is gone and in darkness we roam.
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