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In desiccated vineyards
of peace
Grapes of wrath taunt souls
of grace…
Poured libations
will be the blood of children:
their graves newly raised
monuments to demonic power…
On distant political plateaus
in the seasons of death
Armageddon stalks democracy
at the midnight of time…
In the twilight
of the eve of destruction...
the euphoric world watches:
constructively engaged…
Meanwhile, on the gallows
of waning time,
weary concerned souls hang:
waning in despair…
Yet, we grasp the rope
of resurrection
and all of the Holy Ghost
there is…and shall be…
of believers... like you and me.
