Even
when there are no ears,
whispers enter the heart and weaken the
will.
seeds of doubt grow into fears
with phantom thoughts and voices mingling,
until
no one is sure who he hears.
And
the whisperers tell lies
so well, they're mistaken for beliefs.
they fill
up the mind like gnats and flies,
distracting the conscience. there's no
need to kill
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