it is evident to any with eyes the ancients spoke the prophecies unfolding from the pages for all to see wars, talk of war - turmoil boiling into the broken streets clouds of smoke, pale riders of disease galloping grimly through every land we have seen the prelude cycling up mounting like a roiling ocean wave just before sweeping everything before it the escape isn't found in physical geography or flight from the cauldron of helter-skelter cities as if some Appalachian hideaway could put you off the grid of destruction your only hope knocks at the gate, waiting for you to respond - the latch is on the inside to a deathless paradise
Don’t Ignore the Prelude
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d.a.simpsonwriter
March 6, 2022 at 10:56 am
Absolutely superb
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Brian Peter Hodgkinson
March 6, 2022 at 12:04 pm
Thank you, dasimpsonwriter, your compliment is encouraging.
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d.a.simpsonwriter
March 7, 2022 at 10:17 am
You are most deservedly welcome
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