Are you afraid of the dark?
Of the shadows beneath it?
Of the things that lurk in it?

Are you afraid of the unknown?
Of the mists that covers it?
Of the truth that lies there?

And maybe you're afraid of the known?
Of the horrors and fear,
Disaster and eclipse.

But what if, it is you that you fear?
The one that combines it all,
With endless options, and few choices,
With shadows that cover your truth,
With mists that blur what that you hold,
Capable to reign with fear, horror and bring upon thyself
the eclipse,
Or lust away what that remains for you.

Yet there is another option, to which you are now aware,
The option of peace and prosper for all,
The option of paradise upon earth.
But you will not accept it,
You are familiar with your demon,
And have no need for another,
You have come to rely on the known, on the dark and the
mists,
Are you afraid of the light?