Poetry

Self-titled

A mysterious cloud has eNveloped the world.

For thOusands of years it has granted

Love, Hope, Fear, Condemnation, Death,

Confusion to its Grinning citizens.

A delusional population helplessly marches forward with book in hand.

Their hope and faith cOnstantly being destroyed by

Suffering, Famine, Disasters, War, Death.

Yet they blindly move forward, never asking questions for fear of damnation.

Yea, though they walk through the valley of the shadow of Death

as the fear of evil consumes them.

For it seems that thou art on vacation.