'Believed' To Be Behind Faked Walls

Darker currents appear to unnerve and disturb. Coming as they do... To shake up the doubters. Hushing but not 'yet' to close those mouths... Still habitually tossing their standards valued. Still habitually tossing their way of life, And lives of others they push around and about. Torment and heartache they come to face. And it is with faith. And it is with hope prayed... That 'Something' arrives, To rattle them away and out of their cages... To scope. 'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.' Something within them rattles them out of their cages. 'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.' Something within them rattles them out of their cages. There is a power that is conscious! A power few can define. And nevertheless this power felt, Is a power 'Divine' no one can define. 'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.' Something within them rattles them out of their cages. 'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.' Something within them rattles them out of their cages. Whatever is 'believed' to be behind faked walls, Should be painstakenly reconsidered... As a process of thorough and immediate investigation. Darker currents appear to unnerve and disturb. Coming as they do... To shake up the doubters. Hushing but not 'yet' to close those mouths... Still habitually tossing their standards valued. Still habitually tossing their way of life, And lives of others they push around and about. 'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.' Whatever is 'believed' to be behind faked walls, Should be painstakenly reconsidered... As a process of thorough and immediate investigation.