Perhaps, a pseudo-sonnet?
"You shall know the Truth, and the Truth Shall make you free." We wait for what will never happen; the consequences of inaction may overtake at any moment. Vaguely felt suspicions foment, feed uneasiness; words half-formed hang in air, hover just out of reach, didactic, but never really heard -- misunderstood, despised, ignored, or ridiculed...One must not preach! But harken back to days of yore: attend, and hear repeated, as before, and yet once more: "What fools these mortals be!" How perfectly descriptive -- of me!
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