In the old world that fell to the corrupt.
A new light began to shine.
The people didn't see it at first.
The sky was too dark.
But somewhere,
beyond the program
there was a new destiny.
It started with a sigh.
A sigh for the fire and wind.
And then there was a wave.
In the dreams of the true
That would transfer
then disperse
ENERGY.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
In the old world that fell to the corrupt.
A new light began to shine.
The people didn't see it at first.
The sky was too dark.
But somewhere,
beyond the program
there was a new destiny.
It started with a sigh.
A sigh for the fire and wind.
And then there was a wave.
In the dreams of the true
That would transfer
then disperse
ENERGY.
infinite-waters life power hope goldenage sheddingofdarkness light JakeDucey theninthwave poem
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22/M/Asheville, North Carolina
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
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