Last night the ocean sang to me
her soothing voice, sometimes was harsh.
Today the song is gone
amidst the traffic and horns.

She said this place
is the place of miracles.
There is a virgin born every morning
and sacrificed every night.
(most people never notice)
The contrast is deafening

Jesus Christo stands tall above the city
reminding all he is there,
if only you ask.
The warrior,
the soldier of God,
told me this
as he carried me across the sand.

Night falls dark and cruel.
the jungle will eat you
if you are not prepared.
Many fall prey
and believe the illusion.

I have been let leave
the land of miracles,
where the people are trapped
between the jungle and the sea.
I have been entrusted
with another day.

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