Premonition in the ignition

Suspicion in the hint of

The wind, where does

It come from and where

Does it spin, where does

The spiral staircase lead

To, why all these knots

In a climbing rope up

A mountain of hope,

My promotion sees

Blood baths on the

Horizon, my eschaton

Search leaves me in

Disarray, will it really

End this way? I keep

My keys of ignition

I start the car and

Run far but one day

It shall be swept

Under our feet

That we cannot

Beat His plan

To sweep us

Up, resurrect

Us, redeem us

Breathe through

Us, bring that

On, the premonition

That we are in the

Right situation to

Sit slightly fearfully

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