I look out at the world, searching the horizon for a single hint of hope, wishing with all my heart to find an anchor, a true and real light hidden somewhere that can lit my heart.
But no promises are to be found now, just an intense noise and a pompous chaos. Their produce can't be convincing. The answers are found wanting: light as ash, leaving only the quiet sad ache of what should and could have been. Is this the end of hope?
And yet, deep within me, I simply can't accept this devastation of all moral principles. I can't believe this chaos can last and lead us to the total perdition of the human race. We must endure this awful cacophony and remain alert and ready: this too shall pass, no matter how dark it may seem today!
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