sands set upon waters still
footsteps pace along with visions
an island preserved for one self
puddles of mud
no fear for creation in sight
the palm tree i see felt as though paradise
acres nourish conflict sun ray rises gardens
oceans waves from the farthest
inside the knowing surprise seek many realize
yet the storm comes settles misty seen what awaits
the signs come
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WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
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