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It's 2087;
He is not here, yet;
And there isn't, there no mention of His love;
The love, the love of Christ;
He's yet come;
And
Adorned me He has shown me things;
Such beautiful things

But He hasn't come back yet?

Well, the skies are reddish, and the trees have grown small;
The bird's all the robin's have left their nest's;
And as the eagle cries from its breasts;
Where have the children gone;
Where is mankind, after the flood;
And what's he gonna do in the fire;
Where is the promise?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where did they go Lord?
It just seems to me
To be a mystery!
I just wanna be save in His arms;

It's 2162
And the air is not here, not breathable;
No one, nobody cares;
Babies are created through automatic breathing machines;
Hope is less than projected, well;
The skies are red;
Most people are dead!
Where has the green gone it's no longer seen;
What does it mean, the birds have left their nest's;
As the eagle cries from his breast;
Where have all the children gone;
Where is mankind after the flood;
Where is this mention of love;
Where have all the flowers gone;

(From the anthology "Inspired Too" August 31 2011(c).  )

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