I saw on the horizon a citry of sin covered in trash and filth rodents were everywhere and everyone walked around as if unaware of the filth.
But in thyis dream the land was bare and dead nothing could grow but like a small whisper at first singing could be heard and it got slowly louder and louder until it was like a trumpet and I saw on the horizon a army of people covered in a gold mist glowing with radiant light singing and marching towards the city of sin a golden city also followed behind them
Every step they took life sprung forth rivers ran and each step they took became holy ground
But in thyis dream the land was bare and dead nothing could grow but like a small whisper at first singing could be heard and it got slowly louder and louder until it was like a trumpet and I saw on the horizon a army of people covered in a gold mist glowing with radiant light singing and marching towards the city of sin a golden city also followed behind them
Every step they took life sprung forth rivers ran and each step they took became holy ground
