When the Red Sea's blow over-head,
you are now Long-Dead!
The Noise that will Counter the Moon-less Sky,
can be seen in the Men of Ayes,
you shall not be Dead but are not Alive!!
The Fruitless Bloom of the Spring in Winter,
is the Solstice on No-One, but Few!!
A Wretched End to No Begin,
is the bloodless marriage of just when.
A Continuum is What Will BE,
only Once in History.
For after that.....Destruction Rules,
as Creations Tool to Heal from Humanity.
An Endless Drool.
To Look back Once,
is Twice you see,
but Blind you are to that.
In Fact,
in that which argue's this mere thing,
is where you'll hear the words to sing..
"God Damn"
or
"Fuck That!!"
or
"Fuck That!!"
As ground is the wet bog that saturates the unfaithful sod,
so shall you be the Sponge to clean the Deed Owed to,
Mother Earth and her Prodigy.
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