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
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