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Just like Isaiah was sent forth,
So too Did Sylvia Browne, Up North;
Sent to Preach to both gentiles and jews alike
And in “End Of Days” she wrote her spike.

Gloated over and called , Mad,
Mocked and jeered by many a lad,
And just like Isaiah, heeded not
so too, she was cut short.

They abided not by His word
Basking in pleasanteries far from the Lord,
Shunning his mercy page by page
Oblivious of His heinous rage

Then the Almighty fury
Bursted through the clouds in glory
Erupting from His glorious Hand
Landing in Turrets, in Wuhan!!

Like a scyth, men bowed like grasses
like smitherrens, they scattered like glasses
Spanish flu some did say,
But on and on, it spiraled, paused in replay.

The Media reeked of it
Others exclaimed “ God forbid”
On and on it erupted steadily,
From the hand that pointed unwaveringly.

Presidents sweated themselves in agony
while the old became history
Researchers hit heads on doorways,
mixing chemicals under sunrays.

“God’s wrath on Us for being inhumane?
Or Mans means to keep the poupulation maim?”
Such thoughts invaded many a head
While some more took to bed.

The Hand of God at us still points steadily
For our sins has cost us heavily
And while Science has bounced minutely
Is Time to return to God in Harmony.

While the heart is Pure
And Man is at peace with his brother for Sure
Only then Would God uplift his Hand
And Free us from the plight ofWuhan.

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