Wrath of nations rising, grave, the war drums pound,
Brother against brother, the earth in red blood drowns.
Stir us from this madness! Angels, your trumpets sound,
Arouse the seeds of mercy, see the valiant fall to ground.
~ D.F.
Wrath of nations rising, grave, the war drums pound,
Brother against brother, the earth in red blood drowns.
Stir us from this madness! Angels, your trumpets sound,
Arouse the seeds of mercy, see the valiant fall to ground.
~ D.F.
Feel you are humming a collective theme that is in the air.
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It’s probably the closest I can get to holding a tune 😉
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beautiful!
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Thank you! Have a wonderful day 🙂
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you! Take care and God bless 🙂
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