After seeing my grandmother.. who was quite alive.. give me advice in such a manner.. though I believed something was making things very ‘real’ happen.. four years passed until that strange world opened again..
to be continued..
Storm is anger formed in story.. nature man has seen.. not till centuries recent maybe never did man glean.. science shakers moved the makers of nature so told.. precious is desert water.. more when dry than gold.. money from tenders of death.. are living dead.. so cold..
Each possess eternal self that never should be sold..
Run you years from before.. back where set in time.. clear my path of blamesters wrath hide their every crime.. foundation is not a nation nor station of gold..
It is you as in life your own true story told..