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There is a message
In the fury of the winds
In convulsive seas
There is a message
In the sky's loud roar
As it spits black rain.
There is a message
When frenzied squirrels scurry
Only to be crushed.
There is a message
When earth turns sallow and moans,
For starving mankind.
There is a message
That night shall be eternal
For the sun will die.
There is a message
That man shall live on in vain
Betrayed by his soul.
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