When Waters Rise

We’ll know their lies
when waters rise
before our eyes
and our world dies.
We’ll cry our woe
but we should know
’twas our death blow;
We’re our only foe.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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