“Disease”
Good evening.
I was not invited here,
so you may be thinking of me as an invader instead of a visitor.
I was not invited here.
In fact, my presence will remain unknown until
the damage is already done.
And there will be unimaginable amounts of damage done.
In the interim, there will be pain.
You will fall on your knees and beg God to help you.
You will cry.
You will tear at your hair.
You will wish you had never existed.
And at the end, when hope has disappeared
and you have been poured out like water,
I will leave—
and you will go with me.
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