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2020 Plague

Let the green mist pass over the land, gliding through like a deceptive serpent, claiming in its path our most vulnerable. We lock our doors and stay within, no lamb’s blood to mark our homes as in Exodus 12:13, but in isolation, we dig deep in search of HOPE for a safe tomorrow. Our cupboards are stocked with irrational hoarding to calm our nerves and soothe our fears. And we wait, we isolate ourselves and wait and we think “this too shall pass”. We pray for solutions to end Covid-19 while praying to restore FAITH to eradicate the fear of it. When the turbulence passes, the strong will survive having immunity to move on. History will mark itself, and survivors will witness the next order of things in the new world’s plan. They will recognize the blueprint designed with the 2020 plague in mind, without any limits to the greed of crows who wait for the mist to settle. February 2020

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