there is an unbecoming stillness

in the night

the moon knows somewhere life

is being stolen from the innocent

she watches the people

as they carry on with their usual routines

it is true the moon reflects what she sees

just as the tongue reflects what the heart feels

like a helpless dummy, like mindless drones

people who know the truth, suppress it

and because of it the world sleeps

while it slowly dies, not realizing its fate

and though violence and evil

reign over the rulers of the earth

people willingly deceive themselves

blinding themselves of their own mortality

unaware of the impending death

hovering on their front porches

no unblemished blood for it to passover

deaf to the knocking, He knocks

but unaware you all remain

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