nigh-time whispers

Life but a question that lingers on the tongues of time and fate. 

To be or not to be but the statement left to decide all fate. 

A rather peculiar method that never shows its self to those shallow. 

If you trust in what you see you will not become all that you are to be. 

But if you rely on that which you don't know then you become consumed then plagued by false attributes that may not be so. 

A plague of the mind that would curate all of mankind. 

All our work wiped cleaned like a dish in a washer. 

Only a few stains left to only be rectified by a much more powerful source. 

If we do fall to our temptations and wishes we fall for devils that can only advocate for the flesh not what the soul truly wishes. 

If we do...only if we do... 

Shall mankind be cleared from its present place in this universe. 

And take its past place in the sands of time.