Reaching

The hands of rage reached out in to the abyss
It was I that they found reaching back
Thing hold rage I did become
Rendering the world to shadows & dust
Finally resting atop the throne of destruction beneath me
Humanity forsaken
I smiled alone in the dark

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There it was

I walked and walked and walked the dreams expanse
There was nothing but void
What seemed like an eternity passed
Then there it was
A brief flash of light and everything was revealed
Each and every answer I sought from my subconscious
Vivd and vibrant when I awoke it faded rapidly
So cruel to be give all the answers only to have them slowly vanish from memory every minute that passes
Some truths are not meant to be known for long or remembered
What was it I saw
The memory is nothing now

Like a memory only not….

There was once a time where people could, would, should disagree because that’s where growth of mind is born.

Yet even when this happened the very same people who had differing opinions would fight for the right of the other person who they may or may not have agreed with to have said opinion.

Not now though.

Not now.

Now you will be silenced with fear, shame and censorship because apparently words that don’t fit the narrative, regardless of whether they are true mis the silenced, the script must be appeased.

The world is treading in to dangerous territories, casting our and forbidding certain text and history to be shared.

Erasing the past and with it all the lessons and warning it held.

To me this means something terrible is coming and that which is doesn’t want people recognising it.

1984, equilibrium, the book of ely and all other dystopian films are seeming less like fiction as each day passes.

Something is coming, something bad and the worst part is it’s happened before, many times over and just like before it was scrubbed from the minds, hearts and memories of all history so that it could happen again.

Dangerous times are ahead.

Remember this.