There is a chill fear
Of the storm that does deafen and din me
And rage horribly near.
What black things had the human
Race in store, what mind could view?
God guard the hour that is coming,
Mankind safe, honour bring through.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/9/11 - 15:10
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