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Beware Behold the empty days to come... their darkness will sweep the land Some will cry, some deny - some die A few will come forth and take a stand For a trail of years uncounted, prophets and poets have cried - beware! Big Brother blinks his Cyclopian eye and surfs the net with an invading stare Some day some conglomerate will squirm into being...Hydra - Medusa... Killing the old, the poor, the insane, the addicted - theirs is the blood the beast will be spilling No one will care at all No one will come to drive the rough beast out of Bethlehem These will be the death throes of the failed species known as man

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Date: 1/7/2019 3:03:00 PM
It sure seems the way you have darkly and grippingly penned it...though I cling to my old-fashioned notions of humans jousting at windmills as God executes his ineffable Divine Justice. May we arise from the ashes of the 20th and 21st centuries! Peace, Gershon
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Date: 1/4/2019 8:41:00 AM
Ah, yes, we must beware; who knows who is tracking our every movement? Who knows who is figuring out who should die and win. Conspiracies are alive and well as we can see on TV; there is so much anxiety and strife now. Sad times.
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