Yet like the blind, they turn to darkness, the control of the world. My soul searches begs God, make them see, let them feel everlasting love. The voices disappear one by one as they sink into flames. Flames of life eternal, eternal flames and death. I look towards my Lord, tears running down.
Years go by.
I still kneel daily grieving over ignorant souls. Not knowing their purpose as time clicks by. Our lives - a kaleidascope. For a kaleidascope is mirrored. What is seen deceives reality.