New Age
thy trumpets sound
for in earth,
thy sound is greater when
thy mighty eye sees
a need of providence
in the mighty seas.
make no haste
make no sound for
thy eye that sees
has a bound
thy bound
shall come and foretake thy crown
for not even the age of monarchs
could stop the silent roar.
needless to say
thy created a monster
for thy major sins have
thy seduction
we understand
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