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Submitted:Feb 18, 2010    Reads: 83    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

I take from my ripest fields the best grain to the great travellers, the people who leave to find the better future. My hands are raw from the sowing of the seed, my skin is red with burn of the sun, but as long as the future is bright with the travellers then all is worth.
We watch in wonder as the travellers build their crafts to leave and find the new tomorrow. They don't know where the future is but they go still brave. Against the fiery rain that now covers the planet the travellers leave on their great crafts, to save the planet or to find a new home for us all.
Let us praise the great Annunuki for leading the travellers to our new home, praise befall him the Lord Annunuki the final Seeker of the Faith, in the almightiest wisdom he shall find a new home for the Great Demon has poisoned our lands.
Praise on to the Last Seeker, guider of the Almightiest children, may your journeys always be safe.


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