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Click hereI sense an underlying fear of chaos in humanity.
It was born long ago of mistrust and suspicion.
I was told this by an ancient spirit.
Cynicism it said came from the depths of hopelessness.
Guns, bombs and spying for security helped us deal with demons created by all.
The weakness was never being able to see the spirit through the flesh.
Eyes are windows to our true self….the eternal being that will not die.
It’s the spark that touches forever.
Enemies see the anger in each other but if they look closer they can see the sadness.
There is pain and it burns in remembrance of ancestors who suffered in this world.
Ancestors….that word is most ironic.
This is a world where everyone is related…..
Close family member or distant….spirits are in pain.
Dishonor of violence in their name will bring down the sky and open the ground.
Whenever a spirit leaves pain and anger behind the spirit suffers.
There is screaming from beyond and it sounds like something wants an end to foolishness.