Must be?

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Can't shake it.

Do I see, or do it. Do I write, or create it?  It is there, it is coming.

No deeper or more terrible than I thought.  If that is enough to stir me, even the darkest of my nature.  Much work to be done, this time?  Next?  Soon.

And, yet, I leave you with this.  Not so much, or just, hope.  The wealth of life and death.  Do not ignore the signs.  Do not buckle to them either.  Though, I suspect, like or not, when your lands are truly overrun, if your leaders sell you out, and you have let them, you will know the fear of the others.  For now, not now, depending on where you live.  And with prayer, perhaps not in your time.  Just know, if you choose to do nothing, you will have chosen fear, in time.  Without any doubt.  For now, don't live there, but do what you must.

No.  What I describe recently isn't fear.  It is merely understanding.  Unlike you, I have very little to fear.  I do cause fear.  And will, here or there, now or then, above and below.  Do not worry for my sake.  Take stock only for you and yorn, abide the God of Abraham, know Him, the Son, and the Holy Spirit... abide them, and perhaps succor those who are weak or beset for no good reason, if you may.  I will, assuredly... play my part.  Do not fear for me, or my seeming concerns.  Some things cannot be undone.  My enemies are not among them.