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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Map On the table... there is a folded paper. When carefully opened and displayed, it shows places to go and to be... Why would anyone want to go? Because we are unhappy where we are. Why are we lost? Because no one has made clear the path to take. It is right before us in plain speak, yet we refuse to consider the possibilities of miracles. There are homeless now... in the city, so many you can barely see the streets. There are displaced people from all over... embraced by force into our lives. Rights are vague and misunderstood, or challenged and then disregarded. Meteors hit the earth, deep in the north. The sound travels all over the world, even if it can not be heard by humans, it is known by all others living. The animals, and the beasts they fearfully laugh. The moon changes and the face makes faces... but few see the need to question the reality of our solar system. They covet the small successes some have made, in the name of all, but the truth is they loved only themselves, and now the rest will pay... the price, more than known until the end. War... Death to the innocent, while the elite are held aloof... safe in their mighty mansions. The judgment of the times distorted by fake and misleading events dressed in red. Tick, tick, tick... tock, the clock is running. Every day is a gift, and every action important, even if disqualified by the masses. Look to, the paper on the table. North, South, East, and West... God is coming. The writing in the margins, speaks of angels descending and ascending. The reality of today, a fourth-dimension of tomorrow. Tell someone, and embrace the very air you breathe, thankful for your next breath.
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