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I don’t know what to do about The coming of our conclusion. But I hope it gets here fast; Before we turn the Earth Into a roaming ghost, stiff and black drifting thru the expectant void. I have seen them take away The blood in massive tanks of gold. Soul-blind people with their Heart closed minds, fists in the clouds claiming the sky owes them. They do not understand the economy of their corruption. How they will be left to deal with the great karmic fire that is the soul of the World. And those of us, with minds For our hearts, will be left to wander this vast, splendid planet like it was an exalted new day.
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
The Great Shift
I don’t know what to do about The coming of our conclusion. But I hope it gets here fast; Before we turn the Earth Into a roaming ghost, stiff and black drifting thru the expectant void. I have seen them take away The blood in massive tanks of gold. Soul-blind people with their Heart closed minds, fists in the clouds claiming the sky owes them. They do not understand the economy of their corruption. How they will be left to deal with the great karmic fire that is the soul of the World. And those of us, with minds For our hearts, will be left to wander this vast, splendid planet like it was an exalted new day.
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
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