Poetry / The Parting of the Red Sea

Tumulous crashing, The tides part. Heartbeats thundering Below the surface. The Prophet moves toward the God. Vision is blurred. Blackness enshrouds, Pulling me down. Screams of millions Fill the deafening silence. The tides meet again. We will be saved anon. Greedy Gods demand Puckered Prophets.

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