Tuesday, July 5, 2011


Unseen am I to you.
Unseen am I to them.
Are you unseen to me?
Of this you wonder.
Nay it not be so.

I have been watching you all some time now.
Of silence am I; pride praises me so for that.
I have watched as you all bled, the sweat trickling down from your brows.
I have heard every labored breath and seen every quivering limb.
Every prayer you have whispered, all the offerings to your altars of trash.
I have seen, I have listened, I have watched.
Such troubled times you all find yourselves within.
I have some surprising answers to your questions, little flock.
I am the boon within your dilemma.

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