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HimIt was coming to kill them all. The Weapon, far more powerful than they could imagine was coming with faster than they could calculated. Its effects would be devastating, the toll would be horrid, and there was nothing the People could do. Nothing, except wait and hope that He would come.
One and all, the People’s voices rose to the heavens, crying for help. They knew He could save him, they knew He had saved them before. He would return, they told themselves. All we have to do is wait.
The Weapon was drawing nearer. Soon it would be upon them. Doubt began to spread. What if He didn’t come? What if He couldn’t do anything?
As Time PassesWhat was that?
It was the opening to a poem,
As simple as any I have ever known
a moment here, then it was gone
Down the path of my favorite song
if it was here
or could appear
then perhaps its message would be clear
What was that?
The character of a story
Tall in brave in all his faithful glory
If only I could see again
His face in a familiar glen
A story gone
The man along
When I forget his life bygone
What was that?
The love of my life
As beautiful as the night
Within my life, a moment only
Then gone when I am lonely
If only I
Could see her eyes
But only dawn will come when I try
These dreams they pass
Like sand in a glass
Like feet thr
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