It's right there in front of them, it should be obvious! they'll have to recognize the pattern!
That's what they need to do, at least act like they knew as reality keeps bruising / battering.
From this Sunday morning and beyond spiritual warfare continues and we'll keep battling! check out this stormy poetry with lyrics that rain.Hopefully zen or insight is gained, after this good word and the beat is dropped as Sunday Jazz Continues maybe its received like echoes in rain. Out there, where the reign began with a drizzle!! it's where realms of dark and light are stained by the sound and the prose! Storming, heavy like a polar vortex or a California bomb cyclone; once again it's on but now? it's like some want nature's dark door to close.