As we do take the sons of nature,
So too do her daughters take from us.
for
The storm she comes
And soon,
All shall tremble under thunderous bolts of light.
Death shall rain in drops of life,
Till all the earth has turned to water,
Streets to rivers,
plains to marsh and houses
to watery tombs of death.
Dreams are lost,
Lives are shattered,
But when new dawns break,
All shall be renewed.
The dept repaid.















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nice work
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