LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

The sandy foundations of corrupt nations

Will crumble with the slightest breath of God,

For what was built on lies and pride

Will not withstand the truth that comes from the heavens.

Turning into skeptical dust adrift in the universe,

These nations, who thought themselves invincible,

Will find themselves scattered and forgotten,

Victims of their own emptiness, now visible.

The divine wind, light, yet relentless,

Will blow over the fragile foundations,

And what once seemed solid and certain,

Will collapse like shadows before the shores.

And thus, what remains of these nations

Will be nothing but aimless dust,

Adrift, without direction or strength,

Lost in time, far from the plumb.

For the power that rises in corruption

Is destined to dissolve,

And in the breath of God,

Truth will prevail, as it must be.

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