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just colours. thats all. i see them and understand, while other look and r confused. the wise r few. but the ignorant rule. those who kno hide in fear of what is to come. the end appears near, but it shal start again. in a flash all is lost and found. messages r read and misunderstood. poems become prophecy. yet the prophets kno nothing. this is the circle in which we exist. the cycle that cannot be broken till the weak r heard. then shal their strength be seen, and understood.