It will soon pass, I hope.
Deep seas, rough winds, rocky mountains to pass
Before the peace after a storm.
The dreams have forewarned me
The prophecies have spoken
I am put to face all these again
To be purged clean once and for all.
Deep into the earth I dug
Searching for the root
Tracing its patterns, analyzing its fruit
Before the uprooting begins.
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