There can never be peace.
Fear dwells amidst the shadows of deceit.
Intentions embraced with naivety
have become obsolete.
Pheromones of the abyss
permeate with heat.
It is upon us.
The mist transforms
even the most faithful into its pawn but,
we’re taught to trust
what is beyond us.
We will remain protected
from the wrong once
we remind ourselves
of his promise.
Messages from the divive
have become obscured.
Distorted voices,
unable to tell if the source
is malignant
or good.
We gamble with what cannot be understood.
Poetry 