State Of Shock In the death of night comes an evil presence appears A polluting presence that disturbs the slumbering generation A real presence that can mount into a plunging fall into the distant unknown
Somebody then smells the devil’s presence Someone then wills the devil’s presence into the light A disturbing sound echoing so fiercely it resounds in the air; it may make one weep A wiping sound that rings through the walls it threatens it to fall A sound jam-packed of direst and sorrow Can anyone phantom such a rouse of sorrow?
Later, the sound falters, it becomes a distant remnant This remnant of a loosely nature will never truly fade It will remain as a distinct remainder It will impact us, it will push boundaries, and it will make us discover another us It will give us a whole new scene; a scene of change
One day it may succeed, the way one talks about it It will give us serenity, a favorite of some if not all For the very first time, it will be there, it will enlighten
It’s like a cure; a part of the elite It comes out during desperate times During those times of need
It takes the journey It goes the way It does the job Not the rob It will not falter It will succeed
We will see its degree It’s strength in the time of need Will all the issues It will give us change
by Joy C
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