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Blazing round the corner
Of here today gone tomorrow,
Creeps a disturbing nightmare
In a changing atmosphere.
Am I safe? Help! Are you safe?
How about our children, the unborn,
When this place where our feet rest
Is fast becoming an evil nest?
My days are eighty-nine, am
Past their innocent and lustful age;
The unborn have none else to hold,
O God heal this restless world!
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Joel
Life for me has taken a new turn since I discovered the power of my pen. Poetry is the best part of me that is yet to be rivalled.
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