The King of Unseen Things
I don't believe the things I see with my eyes.
The eyes deceive.
For they do not show those truths
That yet will be.
Instead I trust in the bright hope of unseen things.
And as the world descends into darkness,
I will keep my eyes fixed
Upon the truth that lies beyond.
In this there is hope.
So that, though my body be crushed
By the weight of deceitful appearances,
I will yet rise to meet
The King of unseen things.
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