there is a darkness on the edge of town it's shifting, cracking, severing the ground creating a hollow, shallow grave where the hearts of men are found but you must not let the darkness in for the darkness feeds on 'us and them' and devours wholly, the hearts of men seeding the weeds of hatred within a simple mask was all they asked to keep the darkness at bay but the heartless men proclaimed that their freedom was too high a price to pay and so the darkness cloaked the town where many since have died 'your neighbor's death for your freedom' the mourning town folk cried!
Thunderous bells tolled from the church high tower filling the kingdom with fear in the midnight hour. "Who dares enter god's tower in the dark of night, waking the kingdom with no moon in sight?" "'It is I replied the courier," message in hand. "I travel with word of a black death that ravishes the land." "Quiet, you fool!" the Cleric chided in a hushed tone. "There will be no black death with god on our throne!" "Dear sir, I implore you, the death knows no gods. Reject the black death and you increase the odds, of suffering and loss of your faithful flock. For the black death will enter your kingdom and not bother to knock!"
are we on the other side of terror? there are those who say it is so yet I fear terror has taken hold it traveled through my town on one unsuspecting soul but it did not stretch its long arms down the back roads or come knocking at my door i am socially distancing lest the terror wants more the terror knows no bounds it quakes the great cities and slithers through rural towns in search of the unprotected, the doubtful, the unmasked the terror is unleashed i fear we are not on the other side of terror, we are in the belly of the beast!