Production Of The Light

When words dare to matter,

They follow the familiar pattern.

Once again, on the same route,

We can generate positivity,

Wherever a negative crack appeared

Effortless smoothing out followed

Leaving no trace of its former form.

Each corridor now brims with the right content

Humanity, kindness, and clear directions on this once-lost highway.

There is a lot of good stuff

That promises at least a century

Of creativity.

How did you solve the problem creatively?

Was producing scars painful?

Who played the main part?

In this lack of school of thought?

Remain silent, utter not a single word,

For they manipulate every phrase you speak,

Grinding, tearing it apart, then casting it away,

As though it were their own, devoid of anything to say.

They employ reactive abuse

As their weapon to eliminate you,

While you radiate light from their centuries-old,

Ignorant black shards that they have crafted.

I believe we must put an end to it entirely

Before it devours us completely;

Never acknowledging any flavour

For it is consistently dreadful and leads us astray

Gathering and generating no worth

Even in the most refulgent of evenings

That is the deceptive charm of it, I must admit .

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