Sometimes you never question- The task or responsibility falls on other shoulders- But when the news breaks the silence- When the shrill from underneath, the girth of the belly- Has shaken the ground for those weakened causes- A bright brilliant thunder bolt- Hits the evangelic antennas to those who can only receive- And retrieve- And decipher- The message- The message will come- With a hand on any of those holy books- And the other- On one unholy of a red button- Sometimes you never question-Birth sign: Libra
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