Crossroad
in the crossroad, where excuses
no one. everybody is something
to everyone.
waiting is the game, and standing
is waiting, the last day
to serve
judgment is something new,
for everybody is few, render
still wait, to the haze that
gaze
oh! hear my soul, make the
lord thy God be told, in all
heart that fold
awake! renew! rejoice!
who once subdue, the earth
review
where the crossroads meet
stands the end
that begins
poem by Antonio Liao
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