Moles!!!Moles!!!!Everywhere!!!!!

Blinded by the depths of false possibilities that chokes the retina.
Above is a whole new light to enjoy and venture.

But the sting of opening up sends you deeper into a desolate mind. 
Lead by sound and vibrations, escalating at every change of pitch. 

Your existence is dug up when rritation has consumed those that are affected by your misdirections. 
Creating intwined tunnels that only lead to more darkeness. 

Confrontation rises when ever paths are crossed.
But wouldn't it be nice if just by chance one path could change direction?

Yes it may sound good and yes it might feel right despite the ever so present danger that lurks within the shadows.
Preparing a feast that consist of your death as the appetizer.

As a remider, the only way to move forward is by finding the lighted path of succession and progression that lessens the anaconda-like grip that unused faith has on the believing.

Moles! Moles! Everywhere! Tearing up the yard of society with every stroke of they're movement, with improvement, can be changed if they just open up they're eyes?????????