Heed this cry for no matter how hard we try, our lands are still dry
Our eyes are teary, our sights are blurry, our hearts are heavy and our bellies are filled with rye
Yet we try to keep the funeral pyre burning for those we have lost and now lie therein
We keep the fire burning in the hopes that one day our future will meet up with our past, pry away our sufferings and thereby lead us on.
– The Mimicry
Slithering movements, so distinct like the silent rush of waves. Silent screams reverberating as wordless voices rent the silent night with obscenities. Everywhere, red clouds and blackness as thick as a blanket weaved off the toughest of all natural essence prevailed with impunity. Empty hollowed sockets gleamed as soulless voices in quick hushes could be heard if you could just but patiently listen. Empty spaces, confusion and more empty spaces, one could sense pain, deep unadulterated fear as flashes of red lighting rent the smoky and dense black clouds above.
Like the sound of a tempest howling in the dark, they bemoan their existence and like a woman scorned, they ploy their revenge.
That horrible stink accompanied by that sharp inhuman shrill followed suit. They are stirring like just an apparition who has tired itself of its lonely existence, they have lost patience.
What do they feel? Who knows?
Probably fear, anger, hatred, regret and sorrow.
How has their existence been? Who knows?
Probably hollowness, shallowness and a perpetual rigmarole in an empty blackness
What am I saying? I don’t know? Who knows?
But I know for a certainty that they have suddenly decided to come through. And just as the lighting flashed again, a silent shrill from a beast in the writhe of pain and torture could be heard, ready to surge ahead and seize for them, what they deem rightfully theirs.
The shrill is yet distinct in the space ahead for in the midst of this blackness lay a burning vortex of painful evil. Beware for an ancient evil is stirring. Beware for they have lost patience. Beware for the shadows are in despair.
THE SHADOWS
We are not sure what we are, but we are separate entities but one in likeness and mind. Distance, space and time are irrelevant to us for we sense each other out wherever. We function on the highest level of intelligence which is many a great distance ahead of these sorry examples of creatures we are forced by circumstances to co-exist with.
We are different but they know not why.
We are by far superior in all ramifications and our life form transcends all human understanding. They know not of our existence; it’s our little secret, even to one another and for how long we intend to keep it that way cannot be defined.
Sometimes, I think they all don’t deserve to live while we the by far superior who had been immersed in all the glory and supplication accorded us from where we came from, scuttle and hide like the sewer mice.
We are entities beyond and above these things and that’s final, there is no room for argument and I hope they just but accept it when the time for reckoning arrives
That horrid monster called their civilization wrecked havoc on the place we called home. They had developed and progressed faster than we could keep up with and paid the heavy fare wheneverything began to crumble. Pestilence laid siege to us and our lands, the air we depended on for sustenance conspired against us and poisoned us as the fumes from their industry destroyed our air. The destruction of their ecosystem all in the name of development brought about our demise and we the elite were left with one choice.
So with sorrow filled hearts and teary orifices we bade all farewells, promising we would open a proper pathway and come back for them.
We have blended, watched, recorded and waited to be summoned on the glorious day of reckoning. We have hidden in plain sight and none have been the wiser. We speak in a tongue none other can hear and like I said earlier, we are all now one and the same even with their lot.
So few in number but all placed strategically around causing global pandemonium, we have managed to go undetected. Some of us are already at the top; some of us are leaders of many a great powerful nation and the rest of us are getting there.
We wander the night lonely and sorrowful for what was once ours and now lost. We slink through the darkest of crevices, searching but never finding and sometimes killing their kind to quell the pain and guilt we feel for our dying.
Even with the distance, we sometimes hear their cries in our heart, telling us that we have forsaken them and forgotten our vows. But we cry out to them appealing that the time isn’t right for there is much still to learn.
But alas, we haven’t heard their cries in awhile and that could mean only one thing, they have risen from their mournful slumber.
So from all the darkest corners of the night, we shed our human like form to creep to that place, our rendezvous point. It’s the most unlikely and safest of all places, it’s the power house of all the world power, the fairest and whitest of all houses.
Separate entities we may be, but as one unit we are a collective consciousness of one mind and will, and on these nights, we plan and connive towards something larger than ourselves.
At the rendezvous we sadly shuffle about in the dark, exchanging intelligence, mumbling incoherently because our plans have proceeded too slowly.
It has gone to slowly because we are very few in number and have to infiltrate the highest level of their governments if our plans would have a chance of success.
It crushes our heart that we who in the past prided ourselves as mighty vanquishers are forced to work with limitations when we could have crushed and invaded their home in one fell swoop. The blame isn’t ours to bear for if they hadn’t delved into that which has corrupted our ecosystem we wouldn’t be taking this desperate line of action.
Something has to be done. As a horde we can be strong. Our collective consciousness brings us together. It ends tonight and we shall have purpose. We are as a unit; we are one mind and have escaped detection for so long but it must end tonight as we come out of hiding.
So this is my call, to all who will hear it. Join us, Join the invasion. We are The Mimicry.
My Dark School Of Thoughts 
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