The Return

Pawns of a nonexistence.
Blissed by myths...
And habits of repetition.

Enslaved by fear.
Kept in position,
And conditioned superstitions.

Seeded on a planet to leech,
To leave.
As these inhabitants await the return.
Believed by those of wisdom and capabilities...
A mental advancement has been achieved.
And those who were left,
Are living up to their potential.
Expecting this they are,
Upon their arrival.

'What is so funny?
Your Majesty.'

Nothing to share.
Just humored by my own thoughts.~

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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