Caved In
As we make the descent downward, souls are
Dropped into their caves—their own personal
Enclosures which leave them vulnerable
To their own insecurities and faults.
Image, relationships—the corrupters
Make us believe it is our fault. Is it?
Those who doubt are dropped down next, with those who
Reap without ever sowing. Those with the
Abundance of power are dropped here too—
But they are not the souls to focus on.
‘Tis the final level, where one’s strive for
Togetherness stacks them against power
And even with the best intentions, they
Suffer the most. More often than not, the
Ones to suffer, just wanted to do good.
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