Comfort of Darkness

When night falls, a prophet roams the streets And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows— Barricade against the call to arms The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.

Over the Chasm

Things fall apart at the edges, and on approach Distortion in our vision spreads like cracks on pavement Under that splintering bridge lives a prophet...

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