while study is inventions’ cruel stepmother

While we sit in our cages, in fear and laced with scars of freedom
A monstrous enigma happens outside
Do not try to close your eyes.

Darkness will devour us all.

Thy will be done.

A single feeling will be devastating for us, us – the mankind
A kind that soaks up all and spits out nothing but a needless thing to say, so that we will fear our thoughts and feelings and do not have faith in anything, not even in ourselves.
A venom, tearing us apart.

Sadness is what I mean.

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