The temperatures before the rain finally falls is always so high and it feels like this is the end of it.
The heat the gold ore experiences before it is well refined is so high, the gold is about to lose shape.
The hardship I am going through now is going to end in surplus and abundance.
It is All a Function of Time.
It is beautiful when I see the Writings on the Walls, and they all tell of the greatness that is to come.
But the temperatures are very high now, the pressure is weakening.
The Hope of Tomorrow keeps My Head UP
Truth be Upheld, the casted shadows are not shades of black at all, They are Black!
More than the light at the end of the tunnel, I see the Glory at the End of The Struggle. It's going to be Ours.
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