Our ships are stranded the wreck has found itself at the harbor and the river no longer gives water she is high and dry and no children play this day the land has soaking the trees have been and they're broken the Lord come down before us and sought for a reminder that the land is theirs and we had stolen their project this project was not bigger than our own but it was made for a commutative start We Are one we are native and we held this land for 2,000 years but today we lost everything our children do not play here anymore and we're subjugated to a land that does not feel free.. There is hope anomaly has taken the tree it had torn open the bark and had ripped apart inside these ants now smothering the land until no one were to go but Force us to move outward this is a new place and a new dimension that had changed so fast that the waters are now dry. Jesus help us we are in the grave we live only two more months..
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