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Foreboding Times

There is a rumbling and a rustling Tummults are swelling There is a stench of it coming from the ground Beneath it is smoldering and bubbling and gurgling. There is a change coming Not sure what it entails I hear many things from many peoples No one is certain, yet certain it is not good. Earthquakes, Storms, Atrocities, profanities Innocent loss, insecurities increase, Looking for hope, watching for magic Believing in what seems to be good Deluded by what we hear thinking the answer is near Sinking deeper, falling short, Clouds are coming nearer, Denseness penetrates our hearts Listen to the sound of it, read between the lines of it. Prepare, be aware, keeping a close eye .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 9/6/2009 6:17:00 AM
The recent raging fires in California are good indications of this. Now they are seeking to find the perpetrators who set the blaze. One must be aware of what's taking place. Great job! ~Joseph
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