the real terror

Fear is all around me, I feel it clutching at my throat, making my breath shallow why this death and angry violence? Why this callousness and cowardice? Why this hatred and suffering? The sounds of crying and suffering terrify me and I cannot bear in my fragile mind any longer that these terrors are acceptable as enternmainment! I fear the minds that are that far down the abyss and I crawl into a fetal position and wail. I fear that my mind has crawled down there, too, and I wail more! I long for renewal and the new earth. This one is beyond repair! The new wine will make the old bottles burst!