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Poetry
In the last pages of the scroll, there’s a reward
“I come quickly and my reward is with me, to give every man accordingly as his work shall be”
Thus in the light of the old rugged cross,
My ways in the right I keep
The night is far much sentUp in the sky is shining crescentAll joys that are to us meantTurning to awful pains as if sentGrief to grief we are entitledIn the dungeon of calamity all manacledInto… Read more →
You didn’t know it will be this big.
But then, you’re affected. Already!
Tomorrow’s so uncertain – malady, treasure.
You know you want to survive somehow.
Everybody’s readying for their future –
prosperous.
Are you afraid?
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