In soft speech
harsh Truths spoken;
tokens for the Ferryman
to take you from
the Land of the Living
across the River Styx
to where Hearts and Souls
lie Dormant, Suspended,
waiting for the Clarion call
to raise them all
from their inert state;
but don't wait too long,
muscles will weaken
not grow strong,
waiting for some Miracle,
a Savior to come along
and lead you by the hand,
to ease your Pain and Suffering,
take you out to the burning sands
of your deserted lives
to the Holy City shining
like a Beacon in the Promised Land...
Understand the Logistics,
forget generalities
blanket statements
get down to the specifics,
Miracles and Marvels
would be terrific
but Truth is subtle
and softly spoken
Whispers on the Wind,
tell me, what , if anything
has awoken?...
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