Soon, soon,
Time is an inanity, we exist by its side.' We hear of
Anomalys, anonymous bland evil and a cultue of lies
Woe to those 'who call evil good' who put sour out for
Sweet.' Who ever thought we would ever see such
As a reality.? And integrity in retreat.? Yet how can that
Last.? Even tides turn in their oceons, seeing and
Listening..Does not always ensure a garnered ovation.'
All said, all done, trust in God for alone His ultimate will
Shall be done.'
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