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What can we do when there's not much we can do right now?

We use watchful waiting to see what direction things are flowing

If they are going in a good orderly direction, fine

We can rest assured that the details do not hide the Devil

From our vigilant gaze

If things are not going in a good orderly direction

We will know soon enough from the rough seas of chaotic turmoil

From the wreckage we see swirling around our little rugged crafts

Batten your hatches, me hardies

Keep an informed eye on the climate

And a steady hand on the rudder

You will not sink, neither will I

We will form an armada and ready ourselves

Returning to battle when the time is right

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