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Fire, tears, electricity and candles gone out.
The breaking of international treaties and the era of return to medieval ages.
War, music and dancing to the point of reverence.
Dreams of the poor gone and terrifying death.
It is the Lord's visible and audible hope.
It is a child's cry filled with sorrow and tears.
It is testimony before maturity and before dawn.
It is the holiness of the earth and the holiness of the humbled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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