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I saw the ancient winged one
descending from the clouds
With his horn-like trumpet in his hand. 
His sword sheathed in the 
girdle around his waist. 
He stood there within
 the clouds as if by the river bank 
looking down and watching.
As he stood majestically 
in silence with solemn
 calmness watching the world go by,
observing our acts,
 and our follies.
Oh how I wish mankind 
would change before
 the trumpet sounds.
Opportunity is given
 to remedy our lives
 before he strikes out in anger 
to our destructive ways. 
Peradventure our
 inward change genuinely 
comes from within,
Our mind renewed, 
Our relationship with
 all creation improved, 
Our downward living upgraded,
Our evil ways changed. 
Maybe he will have pity 
and show mercy.
Maybe he will forgive. 
Maybe the ancient one
 will turn away so that 
our land will be blessed 
and the people save from 
the calamity about to befall them. 
If our people only knew 
what will soon happen. 
Oh ancient one forgive our ignorance, 
Forgive our unknowing i beg of you. 
Plead on our behalf,
have mercy ancient one. 
Don't judge my people out of anger. 
Bring us out of this dilemma.
With your loving-kindness save us. 
Help us out of this predicament lest 
we be destroyed.
Have mercy on your children. 
Even our Elders have fallen away,
 and your children
 scattered in disarray. 
Don't forsake us.
Show us a new way. 
Guide us to the path of 
righteousness that we may live.

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