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Thick darkness

The lines have been blurred by blood.

Thick darkness the earth and thick darkness the people.

I hope we don't fade to black.

What's left when the light in us has turned to darkness?

2020, a year no one will forget, a new era is birth.

Many don't know this but it is only a foreshadow of the things to come.

Walk your walk, talk your talk and ,do your thing.

But never forget at the crossroads is where we'll all meet.

Prepare the way of the people, clear it of stones, raise an ensign.

The river flows and everything shall live where the rivers go.

You need light to see.

You need it to heal.

Depths of pain, the birth pangs.

The earth is about to give birth to mysteries yet unseen—

But ye chosen for the due seasons;

Arise and shine,

For it is time.

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Taiwolilly.❤

My heart aches for my country.

#Endpolicebrutality

#Endsars

#Endbadgovernment

I love you all, please be safe.

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