A voice shall cry out from the Heavens. A new friend shall be met. The frightened masses shall run riot, But peace shall be restored. A new day will dawn.
The Prophecies of Nostradamus are almost incomprehensible gibberish that can be interpreted in almost any fashion. Yet people actually believe they predict the future. Now it's my turn.
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sounds like my life every morning
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