Bring the parched land of silence groaning with agony's echoes to naught redeeming with storms green grassy springs birthing through tempests to sunny times taught Shaking the four wind's world foundations of dry desert lakes plates convected over inner fires drifting globs of magma in spatial spires frictioned with gravity to the warmer crunch superclusters of galaxies join to one so such emptied space may expand away let such storms happen doubly quick That the reverberations of evil in the halls of time should perish in the storm is right and just tomes written with volumes of effort rhymed that were prayers gathered under God's throne should be read after the redeeming storms come like resurrections of just tomes written for lives rhymed when he has called home his own.
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