Wide open 7.2 Matitude


We
open our hands
to god.

On this day the earth
open up facing the odds.

It's bad enough that
we shake and be terrified
by gun shots.

But when the earth shakes it
gradually perform a giant lake.

No means to learn the art
of swimming.

Breaking up towns moving the grounds
with extremely massive sounds
like the roars of thunder.

Over three hundred people taste
their last air forty-five thousand
our Lord allow to spare.

Minds are confuse
others feeling the blues.

I survive the world ending testimony
seeing others faces it was fonie.

Between the borders of Iran & Iraq.
Fight for Christmas and Politics
Do we live to see decryption
or Do we live for Grace!

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This is about a Earthquake trimmer of High Matitude