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The Powers That Be

The voices are quiet
only a whisper I hear
though I feel them watching

from up on high and down below
the powers that be are angry with me
flaming thoughts scorch the veil

i've worn upon my face
I tread lightly now
for fear whispers become screams

no longer blinded by the alcohol
seeing into the realm of shadows
my third eye blinks open

"Thank you Theo for tweaking this poem for me :) peace Brenda"
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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