Internal Disalchemy

Within the horror of needful expectations,
Power over self and others magic,
The darkness in fairy tales comes alive.
Dark magic corrupts the spirit,
And with growing inner power,
Outer reality soars further from the truth.

A wicked world where there is only one peace,
And it's eating life, love and liberty from the inside all the time,
In an ironic effort to preserve itself.
The effort to protect the good merely establishes the evil,
In a position to control and torture the soul,
And so in weakness it flees.
Now at last the spell breaks and all power is lost,
These wounds though remain,
To mind the ghost.

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