How one be able escaping from fate,
When the earth starts to shake in rage,
Volcanoes roar in fury,
As beds of gorges under ocean collide,
Sending formidable force of surging water,
When the ocean strikes in anger,
Annihilating any that stands her way
O, behold now
The horrors of her terrors,
Cities flattened and ruined,
Villages wiped out without a trace,
Pride of men crumbling down in rubble,
Cries and woes piercing the blackest days,
As tears dry away,
Unable to release sorrows,
O, behold
How vulnerable the race of men,
Within God's ruling court
A mind needs books the way a sword needs a whetstone to keep its edge sharp.....
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