In the tall cities,
and villages razed to the grounds,
under greying clouds
when the lightening can either
strike an epiphany or
start a rage of surging tides,
the spirit of Earth meditates
while the powers that be speculate
and hoard the rotting wealth.
If the musicians stop singing in tune all are going to lose their spot .
Nightwatchman, watch your Beloved's heart.

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