FORECAST for Foggy nightmares in the AM
A shroud of fog.. A hint of fear. Nothing there.. That you hear. Just the muffled scream, Of humanity’s dream. Lagging behind, And losing steam.
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A BRIEF POEM FOR THE NOT-END-TIMES.
I get messages all of the time about how God is angry and his wrath is giving us hell on earth. Okay.. fine. But no.. Read and weep. Promises to keep.. Hold you head high.. The end is not nigh. So you’re be fine. No need to wine.. If you must opine, Just stand in … Read moreA BRIEF POEM FOR THE NOT-END-TIMES.