Shadows of Fear

The future beckoned, but they couldn't hear
its whispers through the shadows of their fear.
Present moments mired in the guilt created
by belief in sin. The mirror image turned itself
right back into their face agin. Their idols could
not save them as the end was drawing near.

The prophecies of future falling far behind
the times. An ancient terror beckoned them
to ease their weary minds. The care became
too worn and scattered. At the core, they
never lived the love that really mattered.

Covering the dire feel with masks.
Within their quest, the time bombs bent
their great destruction back into their lives.
Arching like a rainbow bend, the mushroom
clouds and acid rain, filtered into everything
they thought that they had gained.

Cancerous, the mighty dam was breaking
into living cells of being. The promise
of technology had turned into the worst
of nightmare dreams. Prosperity was lost
within the ever-growing schemes of men
that never wished to pay the price
of all that godlike power.

The future beckoned, but they couldn't hear
its whispers through the shadows of their fear.
Present moments mired in the guilt created
by belief in sin. The mirror image turned itself
right back into the image of their face.
Their idols could not save them
as the end was drawing near.
The shadows of their fear
had grown too real...

? Michaelette ?

6/8/2003
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