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The Storm That Awaits

A waging storm my mind is, The tall waves crash over me, And the fire is of destruction. For in it is my love and dreams. My dreams are ashes, and like wind, They are whisked away. As I see freedom, singed by flames. But there, by brave men, who struggle Against its heat and its bondage. No man withstands the lightning And thunder, for it comes and goes In extreme flashes of terror. Let all men fear the rain of sorrow, And The Dark Clouds of Discouragement. For pestilence kills the body, But despair kills the light of the soul. Where there is no light to be found, There will also be no body

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Date: 5/13/2020 6:42:00 PM
FG, excellent, congratulations on your win in Brian's contest _Constance
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Date: 5/14/2020 6:25:00 PM
Thank you.

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