2015

            Poor little humans burned everything.
            Now there is only three eyes.
            The sky had caught fire.
            The seas had boiled.
            But, three eyes was still alive.

            No air to breath.
            The water was like a cauldron.
            Hardly a reed was still standing.
            But three eyes was not dead.
            They gathered in the moist mud.

            This was the nexus of life.
            In the fullness of time three eyes would rise.
            What wonders would they discover?
            Perhaps, this was God's plan to make three eyes?
            There was no other choice.

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