“It’s true

I washed your blood with my colourful fabric

ingest me like the blue pill

and I will roar you into ethereal youth

When you’re lost in a sea of hauntings

I will be there with the key to pandora’s chest

while you’re waiting for dreams to unfold

there will be singes of thunderstorm

a hurricane of paranomal havoc

followed by echoes percolating through darkness

hold onto that little mustard seed called faith

and I will turn your tired spirit into the cheeriest of them all”

…says the One who makes all things possible

and though this hope is unfounded

I still believe what my eyes can’t see.

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