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Jul 2017
It was stormy that night
The waves moved abruptly being uptight
There was a very small ship way out to sea
There were echoes in the distance of streaking pleas
In the horizon there was the Sky Bright Lighthouse beaming with its guiding light
But the light was not enough as the storm continued to be tough
The small ship went side to side
It moved in precision along with the waving tides
The ship started to tip
Then suddenly it made a dip
Some of the crew and passengers were pushed into the sea
The Coast Guard was alerted
They tried to rescue the crew and passengers, but some had already drowned
Their bodies just floated down
Lightening continue to flash and thunder roared
However, the heavy rain continued to pour
This was a night God didn’t want anyone to ignore
The message that one could visualize in one’s head, “I am God in control as I am the wonder in behold. Its souls from the flesh and Heaven giving Earth a time limit in how much living people on Earth have left”
Later the storm started to let up
The darkened night clouds departed fast
The vision of the moon finally at last
The stars twinkled of a storm pass.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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