Soothsayers- prophets of doom they've made their predictions -interpreted signs only to err and this, for millennia. And now, today, I say things have just gotten way too bizarre dystopian even- theology aside the word "Apocalypse" is again heard -and often... And as for me, myself I waver from hopeful to resigned riled but never apathetic balancing on that edge- paradoxical to live each day as if the last but somehow still envisioning a brighter tomorrow.
© azure warrior
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