the cloud, spreading rampant across the globe, is invisible
it is a nothingness feeding on the evils of the world's inhabitants
it makes up the space in our minds that tempts us toward evil
it takes in our hope, the hope of a better life
this nothingness becomes stronger with every evil thought
it pushes itself and takes every opportunity
it wants everything cold, dead, without life
it won't stop, but it can be stopped
but with the times we live in, it's becoming fantasy faster than reality
with all the confusion, land becoming scarce, and apathy of the human soul
but there is still hope
don't let the Unmaker take your hope
it's all we've got left

written 2/2/98
©1998 Matt Henderson 4/21/76