Anxiety loomed up from the depths
Of our minds.
No firm agreement, no unity of thought.
Was this the beginning of the end?
I know it was not.
Our sky brightened up to reveal
The new conception of creating the art.
The maker of the storm had felt badly bound.
The holders of the beef had kept down his sound.
But they wanted no silent destruction,
And gave him back his lost satisfaction.

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