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when the roman times come to an

end and the lambs of phoenicia

stoop down to

drink the water from the sea,

there will be a great roar, west of the nile

and the crocodiles will

swim into the river

and flow to the ends of the earth,

until the goblets of

christ will be drunk

bottomless and empty

in dreams.  You are the future

I am the past.  We are the present,

my fears are surpassed.