They say that these are dark days
And that seems true to fools like
me.
But until now
I had never seen such darkness,
For it cannot be seen,
Or so it would seem.
But now I know that's a lie.
Just like the quip
That, if you've done no wrong,
You have nothing to worry about.
Tell that to the children of
Nagasaki,
And outline its logic to the
women of Sinjar.
Then, as you turn away from the
face of Christ,
Consider the reasons He suffered.
Remember, one man was perfect,
And look at what they did to Him.
So, stare into the darkness
again.
Is it not wonderful?
Lawrence liked the desert
Because it was clean.
I am growing accustomed to the
darkness
Because it can't be seen.
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