Disturbance of Equilibrium

The spark of life

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There was never anything
true or righteous
about words.
Letters put together,
words joined into a sentence
to provoke interest,
emotion at best.
So easily manipulated,
so easily erased.

They thought
they were sharing and healing,
creating a sanctuary for the few.
They thought the world
could be mended,
and demons
locked away for good.

No voice,
only murmur
covered by the noise.
No salvation,
just silent screams
of broken souls.

They searched for hope
when nothingness
was the only thing
left standing.
They prayed for a miracle
when faith
was a needle
in the haystack
of memories.