The Moving Men

Who brought you here?

You did, my dear.

Don't you remember?

No!

We've always been.

We always were.

Hidden away.

Never shown to the day-

or the sunlight. 

We're not monsters.

You can not kill us with some holy light.

We will gladly show ourselves-

make you victim to our plight.

Don't.

That's no longer up to you.

You've finally lost control.

They're right.                                           They're wrong.

They're right.                                           They're wrong.

I'm still here.

Partially.

You've definitely lost your mind.

And despite the many voices,

you're only half the man you were.

Lies! 

The End

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