War
The world prepares for war.
Hell it’s already happening as we speak.
Where are the allies of old?
They as we all stand alone.
The enemies’s allies abound.
Confederations have already been built or soon will be.
The age of the gentiles are upon us yet we and our once allies stand alone.
The age of the gentiles is upon us.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Comments1
This poem gives a strong feeling of impending doom and a us and them feel. I shines with strong religious indications. Very clearly written
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