the ground has moved and the oceans worry if they will be saved for another day, if the tears of our faces that can be seen from the Heavens above, the tracks of our time that forgot the past the tears across our faces that emptied the dreams of all who call out from the night in sleep to those whose voice from the desert that had called out to you in the Heavens from anew. from the lands of brotherhood that held on this blessing for life and the dominion of God's beauty that stands by our hand,
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