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I have waited for this moment to come when the moon will dialogue with the sun, I have waited for this moment to come when Joy will burst through the sky and soaked the earth with happiness and wet the people with contagious laughter. I am waiting for this moment when every living soul become conscious and be bold and speak the truth before they grow old. The destiny that lies beyond the hill is moving with time; and everything you hope for will materialize. The hills and valleys will come together, and the people will dance in their own pride; they will sing great music of old and dance without ceasing on the musical floor; everyone will catch on to the rhythm and go from door to door and spread the joy around. I have waited for this moment when the street will become alive again and history will be remembered for the innocent blood that was shed and the progress that is made; it seems like a thousand years have passed since they all stumbled in the dark; a million people were hacked to death and the multitude was driven out of their homes and sent to the bushes to roam. How could you forget such atrocities and pain that the ancestors endured, it was just like yesterday death creep up on their shore and wisdom emerged on the bargaining floor. Some of you were babies when it happened, some of you were still in the womb but mercy took care of you so that your heavenly dream could come through, you are a living testament of how courage spares your lives during those bloody and brutal sacrifice. You must celebrate every minute of it with a hundred days of food and drinks, celebrative music and fine cooking; carry all your product to the market and gather the people together, you will celebrate in style until your wishes comes alive. Everyone will get something extra to go shopping and you will bring the peasant into the market, they too will dance and sing and make some profit at the market. Open the concerts hall, the movie theatre and cultural center and celebrate. You celebrate the dead not by weeping and mourning, you will bring out the sports teams to join the rhythm, the mothers will dress up the children and have family session, you will join the musical float sacrifice your, pigs, lamb, chickens and goats and everyone will eat meat and join the rhythmical beat. I am waiting for this moment to come when the moon will orbit the earth and fixate on the universe. The stars will be free, and the skies will merge with the earth and fill the gaps and seal up the broken spots. . They have traveled around the world just to see this miracle unfold and dance in the twilight zone, the sun will align with the moon and the passion will ignite just before noon and all the wandering souls that have gone before will appear in front of your doors and the forces of gravity will take control. I am waiting for this moment.
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