life seems to clamors for the horror,

the bitterness, and the tragedy.

In the Darkest of Times,

life seems to rally for death,

seek apathy of the Host, deny the will of the

“other,” and deny the harmony of love.

In the Darkest of Times,

the dawning of the day never

comes, the hopeful seem to surrender,

and apathy sends the death nail of Liberty, of

happiness, and of freedom.

In the Darkest of times, the blackest of hearts seem to

rule, and the faithful fall away form the

center, and extremism becomes the rule, instead of

the exception.

In the Darkest of times, the birth of dissent

simmers, embers of rebellion begin to

glow, and the light of hope is revealed.

~ gks

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