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A vast wasteland of wanting envelopes a planet of fear.

From the dry crumbling crust of anonymity, breaks through gray monstrous mountains of mongering might, that loom over a deep azuric ocean of hope.

It's waters ebb and tide upon the shoreline of salvation, revealing puddles of piety, poverty and grief. Above this shore is nestled the sturdy dock of love; thatched together by eternal ropes.

Behind this dock stands a saviour's Lighthouse, its beam of light beckons to the childrens' vessels tossed about the seas. It waits anxiously like a mother hen for her brood, whom have gone out into the grassy fields plundering and foraging for food.

The fleeing fleet head for the shoreline but mountains of might began to crumble into the ocean, causing a groundswell of pain underwater that soon becomes a tsunami of despair above ground; threatening to capsize the floundering ships.

Some fall victim to the rocks of wrath, splintering their boats like an axeman splitting wood for the fire. Others are engulfed by the gulping treacherous tides that drench their tattered sails.

Yet the ones whom held fast to the anchor of promise manage to avoid or withstand the catastrophic calamities. Their conquering compasses set on wisdom's North and sail towards home.