The worm cometh.
Your pathetic rhythm beckons it.
Travel your predictable path or do what is not.
The predator knows the patterns lest it starves.
The survivor adapts and over comes.
Spill your life’s water on the rocks and in the sand or store it up for the battle to come!
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Author:
Keeter C (
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