Hear them shriek? Out there, in the dark somewhere? They dislike what we are, but we are what we are and they cannot stop it. We SHINE . . . and they cringe. We SING . . . and they stop up their ears. We pray—oh, my—we PRAY and they are forced to flee and evil tides are changed midstream.
"It’s them! It’s them AGAIN! Filthy bringers of that light; His light; wicked, wicked light!"
Hell doth not look well on us. Hell doth not have love for us. But we shall bring His light regardless, for He who dwells in us shines out of us so brightly.
Artwork: girl walking into light, unknown
