Prophecies

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The Forgotten Ancients.
Endless slumber, resting deep,
Falling into painful sleep,
Awoken for-never, living but dead,
For the dreaming ones shall lose their head
If endless slumber cubes to cease
And endless lives to end will reach.

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The lion waits for young elder panther, sleeping in the shade of day. But Mother Africa, in its danger lies in wait. New York's Wild heart must leave and make new start until their safe return in strife or a loss of love and life.

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I got these yesterday and forgot to publish them.

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