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It’s Like A World Is Dying
Sunday, July 31, 2022, 17:17
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It is that strange pressure…It is that sadness deep…
It seems we never made it, Peace on our Earth to keep…
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The molecules dismember, air disintegrates,
all our work, our battle, to nothing dissipates…
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It’s our human nature, to get lost, time to time,
yet this sadness goes deeper, as tears pour, fine…
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Where is neighbour magpie, where the swallows flew,
why are the bees not singing, where dandelions grew?…
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Like butterfly, so magic, the wondrous Father’s child,
Metamorphosis conquers, in Cosmic changes wild…
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Through Grace, so fascinating, the grain in ground dies,
popping at once to Freedom, new flights of butterflies…
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So feels like world is dying…Maybe we need let go
all past, forget and bury…For Glorious Life to blow…
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For the Aeons are finished. Finished is TIME, as well.
Trumpets sound in Heavens… To New Life calls the bell…
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Cosmic Liberty 