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What do I have to do with thee when you keep pushing the water towards me, what do I have to do with thee when everyone keeps coming after me. 

The tides are riding high and the message is radiating in the sky, get all the people out of that place and get ready for the big race. 

Look at the skies above you and examine it through and through and when you see the old man in the clouds with the beard you know that sorrows are drawing near. 

 If you see the birds flying in different directions, you know that it’s time to step up the operation.

 Pack up your belongings and join the choir and all road leads to the airport alter, don’t leave a dime behind for the vulture to commit some hideous crime. Send the heavy things in advance and carry the lighter things with you. 

There is too much burden over there and the clouds are pointing you were to rebuild your life after years of painful sacrifice.  

I walked along the shore examining the particles on the ground and watch the seagulls pulling worm out of the sand while the children on the other side build giant sand castle with their hands. 

The snipers are all around and they bury themselves deep down in the sand with just the head visible above, they look like birds from afar and you could never tell that someone was rally there if you are not near so don’t let the seagulls ambush you , the magnetic field is rising from a hundred degree. 

The boats are coming in and big missiles are dropping from the skies, the parachute and hot balloons are up there too and journey from the East lands safely on the shore.

 Their mission was very clear as soon as they got over there. The snipers did not make a move, because they were wearing the pacemaker’s boots. 

 More than a thousand of them landed on the shore to conduct the operation from door to door. 

They carry a medicine that can sniff out the enemy in a jiffy. They are fearless soldier that have no appointment with heaven, they come without a bullet or a clout and they know what fighting is all about. 

The multitude is leaving the city and the trucks are moving in , the boats have flooded the shore and you have got to open the iron door. The seagulls are parading on the sea, they have an urgent message for thee so observe their movements carefully.
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