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when
when the temples
of profit
fall
when the speed of
our mercies
out race
bullets
when the fields
are covered
w/ wheat
and not
landmines
the earth will open her
throat and sing the
sweetest song
this old
universe
has ever
heard
and the astra will
look down,
smile, and
whisper...
amen
(c) 2018 R.R Zinn
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