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Apocalyptic View I saw people dying, heard children crying, as old ones bowed their head. Women praying, some were saying, they could not count the dead. Missiles flying, buildings crushed, and polititions breaking trust. Devastation of creation, world surely torn assunder, I saw this, and much, much more, in hatreds bitter plunder. One wonders why it happens, loss of so many lives, and yet we know that it will be, as long as man survives. For if he chooses not to change, or take it for what it's worth, there will be nothing left to save, of this most precious earth. |
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This is just hypothetical in thought.
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