The darkness slowly creeps upon the earth.
In chaos pits of shadow loom above
While skies of dusk below the ground show girth.
No order is there in this place - just love.
A shape, a rhyme, a light is given to
This place. Guise and form take hold of chaos,
Destroying disarray, and bringing hue.
With love this world takes mold - around, across.
Within an instant, oceans spread throughout
Upon the clouds of dust the dust holds firm.
No longer does the world have need or drought.
In harmony, existence lives affirmed.
And in this perfect world the beasts take life.
There is no anger, hate, revenge, or strife.
-Phil
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