The veil has been lifted
So now you can say you see
The effects of time on history
Hard to know here from there
Cruelty is poured out everywhere
Now we enter these are those days
Many where given signs in their dreams
The world is more focused on cute little memes
Listen to that small still voice while you have a choice
Time is fleeting don’t look away there are words but nothing to say
Darkness rises and weighs on the mind
Now is the time of the blind leading the blind
Crossroads and convicted what will you see
People will be crying mercy mercy on me
The hour is late why do you fret what’s to come is not here yet
Please be kind and know there is a day
Light will overcome darkness in every way
The illusion makes it hard to see you chose freedom but it is not free
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Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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