sleeping soundly, dreaming of the ways to reach out. she's battling to build her stance. she sees chaos in the future for man as they run after each other into the abyss of emptiness. they find no peace there. no revelations. no joys, but paralysis. she tries to throw them a life vest as the masses hurl and gnaw and destroy one other, seeking fresh air, a way out---but they won't turn around. it's not too late she whispers. if you're still breathing you can't let fear and false joys control your life. she has no idea how many of them will hear. she closes her eyes in prayer acknowledging each of their sufferings and shortcomings. she wishes they were more humble, less prideful, less headstrong. teardrops fall from the heavens. soon they turn to fire and hail. destruction is sure to come, and the question is will she reach anyone? does anyone hear? she begins to withdraw as she feels she her words fall on deaf ears. in the blink of an eye, in the millisecond of an hour , in the quiet of the night the abyss will swallow its victims. she will not chase after them for she will not know. they would continue running blindly into the wrong direction. seeking truth. seeing nothing but their lives at stake, why must so many be mislead?
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*smiles*
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