It’s subtle, but it’s there. The chasm opens wide ready to swallow. If I don’t keep my wits about me, I’ll end up in the belly of the beast. I feel it.
I question the reasons why. The retribution we must pay. Will it ever be enough? Or will the demons demand a higher price?
I deny the despondency, turning toward the light, I hold tight to the hope of tomorrow.
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