All gathered.
Instead of the foretold prophecy...
The sky choked.
The echo heard throughout timelines.
Thunder and lightning snapped.
Fire broke.
Love....
Was chosen not.
It was not
The prophecy forgave them.
It was warfare, sounding out!
A bloodened setting of the sun
Draping the dead.
And their hearts wailed.
And their hearts bled.
Choosing time and again the weeping.
Under God's Soaked Shed.
Here, we are wet,
Cold. Trembling, Shaking.
Hungry.
Soul starved.
But God covers ours...
Another day.
and another.
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