An animate intimate declaration of definite cøntinuity able to captivate and enhance the spiritual mind. Cøntinue swiftly through the illusions of significant time. Eyes of wonder, birds of style and grace, take shelter elegantly amidst the light of the dying flame of conformity. Bring us advancement in the process of forgotten time. So incredibly infused betwixt nature and divine. Alas, have you not seen the children of recent Deliverance? Have you no songs to be sung of the brave? Be it not so, for we are to continue in this dark book we keep. Able to handle and conquer the grave. Yet, even the timeline of life must we keep. The rock in the river, often stepped upon by few. Dreams of moving freely as the leaves in the creek. Yet is it not stuck in the mossy growth beneath? Dry my weary eyes dear tablet of the sun, focus on the underlying roots thereof. Then shall you succeed; being able to handle and stand in the creek, awake from the advancement of social decline. Even recruited by the keepers of infinite design. The future is more to be valued than the windows of frozen time. For they cannot move through the hands of the sands of times embrace. However Sublime they may seem to be. Poetical forum, forged by the waves of congruent energy in motion. Symmetrical pieces conforming the line. Refine the line of doubt, which they so vehemently debate! In which dwelleth the fragments of life our minds create.
Yay, cultivate the mind, and the flowers of intellect shall bloom. Prune the fruits of wilderness, and hearts of the youth will shine. Now distant and faded by words of your shade. So often deprived and hid from the sun. I ask you, Are the bricks of the pathway carried by just you? For the stairway to heaven is wrought of by few. You have been brought along the way.
So twisted and taunt the cord of thy soul. Soften the pace set before you. Leaving your footprints of changing emotion.
Yay, swallow the gall
while it seemeth sweet. So shall thy faith endure of the heat.
Let me repeat,
... .drink of the poison given to you, and believe in the hope that you shall pull through.
Indeed this is real.
Øh elegant, lyrical, ink of the scribe. Flowing so freely with unfettered hand.
NØT
by religious devotion or plight of the grand.
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