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There’s an icy wind a blowin’ Hard across the land Creeping in the between the cracks Rattling the old back door   The troops they are a gatherin’ Taking up their signs Armed with righteous fury Into the streets they pour   A storm is fiercely brewin’ Deep into the night If you listen closely You can clearly hear the roar   A reckoning is comin’ The oppressed are on the rise In numbers unlike any The world has seen before   With great faith we are fightin’ A battle for what’s right The day...

We hover in this waiting place Where time stands still Between the here and the after Earthly concerns fall further and further away As...

I am a rebel at heart. A hippie child of the sixties and seventies, I have been quietly pushing at the edges of patriarchal and societal...