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the year of infinity
The year of infinity
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
Published 22nd Feb 2023
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