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Can you feel the seismic rift. Shift your weight. Keep your balance. Hold steady. The ground is moving beneath. We've been waiting, expecting this to happen. It's Mesopotamian. Hordes will be swallowed up. Legions will burn, We will be punished, But there will come calm. Our will be done. Until the debris stops falling, Look down, cover up. Look up.
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
Our Will Be Done
Can you feel the seismic rift. Shift your weight. Keep your balance. Hold steady. The ground is moving beneath. We've been waiting, expecting this to happen. It's Mesopotamian. Hordes will be swallowed up. Legions will burn, We will be punished, But there will come calm. Our will be done. Until the debris stops falling, Look down, cover up. Look up.
francie-lynch
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
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