The Rules
The Rules
They are changing,
before our eyes.
Well, not really for all.
For some, they are brand new.
For others, they are historic.
Just the same,
the woman in red,
is in "Plain Sight".
You see her everywhere.
At the store,
the bank,
the post office.
Even in the line to pick up...
your kid from school.
That is exactly what "they" want.
Watch on.
As she is a distraction to keep you;
busy and entertained.
or
Wake up.
The bell at the front door is ringing.
The alarm on the clock is too.
The timer on the microwave,
mirrors the one on the oven.
Louder slightly, but in harmony.
Your boss is yelling,
I can hear him.
But it is not about the job.
Your family is shouting,
not all...
so sad.
Look closely as you see people.
Now they wear masks.
The reasons vary,
but the visages that are left,
only the eyes.
It has been said the window,
to the heart,
to the soul,
is best understood,
by the blind,
after they have been healed,
but before they face...
tribulation.
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