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Why do they come? Why can’t they leave me be?
Do they refuse to heed my warnings?
They intrude my sacred place, they desecrate my respected house
My only desire is to be left alone.
The solitude is bliss. The silence is welcome
Yet the still come.
No matter…their greed and avarice will be their downfall
For I will cast my waters and turn the calm sea in to a savage beast
I will bring them down closer to me
It will be so dreadful; the clouds will tremble with fear and turn a pale sickly shade of gray
I will break their sprits and shatter their souls
So they will feel helpless and alone
Just like me.
Skylight Letter #3
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