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Foreboding Times
There is a rumbling and a rustling
Tummults are swelling
There is a stench of it coming from the ground
Beneath it is smoldering and bubbling and gurgling.
There is a change coming
Not sure what it entails
I hear many things from many peoples
No one is certain, yet certain it is not good.
Earthquakes, Storms, Atrocities, profanities
Innocent loss, insecurities increase,
Looking for hope, watching for magic
Believing in what seems to be good
Deluded by what we hear thinking the answer is near
Sinking deeper, falling short,
Clouds are coming nearer,
Denseness penetrates our hearts
Listen to the sound of it, read between the lines of it.
Prepare, be aware, keeping a close eye
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