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The Last Blizzard / Blizzard of Hate
I’m in a blizzard of hate
Reconstructed and postponed to a more convenient date
I feel the LORDS light forever shining
Less stuffy and claustrophobic, supremely comforting
Paradise valleys of fresh fruit eaten at the vine
I keep waiting for that signal or divine sign
Follow me to the meadows and prairies
Seeking shelter and food, relinquishing all I can carry
To the final end, I fear is near
I'm out of breath and trembling in fear.
The horsemen have triumphed in this final hour
Down crashes humanity while standing tall is the Babylon tower.
Though a bit frightened, to be sure
I feel at peace and truly saved, finally surrendering to God's eternal cure.
Spirituality is at my core and I express it in this poem:)
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