World Affairs

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At the top of my lungs
Is a soaring eagle’s scream.

FREE SPEECH IS FREEDOM INDEED.

And here comes a keen quencher
Despite God-given liberty.

The martyrs are still and
Willing, and real.

The horizon is complete,
From beginning to end,
The circle is set upon the seas.

These letters spell the fountain’s end.

Read what will be reaped.

Death’s no sting on
My Christ’s Armor.

EVEN THOUGH.
EVEN THOUGH…

The white clad soldiers know,
Everyone runs to,
Everyone runs fro.

Just how much can
One world know.

The assembly is here.

The sins still reaching into heaven.

Something is going…
To touch the ground.

For the last time,
I presume.

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