The time is weary it brings no recourse. The wars rage on with no remorse. Suffering lingers misery reins. We are all victims of government and their blood stains. Time is not a friend though you may have been told. For time is not ours to control. What is to come will come What has been written shall come to pass. More ancient then time is our master divine. It dose no good to worry and cry. Teach your young the right road to go. Pray that they listen and don't take the other road. Look beyond the stars that you can see. Where understanding will come as it was meant to be.

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