Evil Obscurity

Accuracy bleeds sometimes Into something far less clear Into something unintentional Everyone knows accuracy By its exacting nature But obscurity Those who have seen it Don’t always know it It is the enemy of individualism And development It hinders understanding By keeping it beneath its heavy palm No one can so easily tell obscurity Where to go No one understands it and the way it hids Is as effective as any drug Used to dull the sense Of its victims It keeps everything to itself It does it on ppurpose It plays games and it reminds us of our Powerlessness Against its unrelenting grip It doesn’t have to strain too hard To keep us under its control It merely uses a spell It is like a blindness We see nothing behind Or beyond whatever it wills to show us We are purely vulnerable to it And the lack of knowledge with which It plagues us It’s like a rampant incurable disease