We Are More.

Awakened with a spirit of heaviness.

The reality sets in and I cry for this world.

The reign of the wicked "looks" like triumph from every corner.

The genocide. The rape. The torture. The shedding of innocent blood. The world silencing the voices of the lost as darkness lays as a thick cloud over the horizon. When will it stop? Surely I often hear the word, "Balance". Everything brings balance...the Good and The Evil. The wickedness of man is imbalanced. Man's heart is sick and drunk off the dream of Power, a thirst that will NEVER be quenched. Even at the expense of a million bodies dropping in the secluded deserts, the endless stream of tears, the muted cries for help, when will the heart grow tired of such wretched ways? When will we wake up? Or are we so consumed in our own worries, debts, and situations that we can no longer see over that wall? Do we even care to climb and see what is on the other side?

When compassion becomes foreign and we shrug our shoulders at the end for any life we are SICK.

When Governments slaughter in plain sight then announce that THAT evil was done for the greater good...that is sick.

We are numb. We have hidden our warmth behind our corroded masks. We have dimmed our lights in fear that the darkness will overcome.

We are more than war. We are more than the war in the physical and the spiritual. We are beyond the definition of our own reality.

We are more.

A change will come.

--Ensilence

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