After Joel 1
Drink this new
wine,
this wine of
disaster,
the wine that
devours you,
this bitter
grape you
planted in your
vineyards,
the vineyards of
the locusts,
An army of
locusts
buzzing and
feeding
upon the land
upon your soul.
And then the
dreams
and then the
visions
and then the
wind pours out,
the wind pours
out.
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