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The Vision Of Ezekie
If all dogs go to heaven I’m attend by the vision cardiac arrest
I waken for the sonic
A heed to the thought rhapsody, capture, lights shatter home
Away from home
I am sitting next to everything that is yet
Founded of borrow of youth of time
If lions share bargains ground and feet a pit of bridge where
I stand is solid as fit as a man
Is it a branch of the soil and water of the intake?
A broil of stem that is fit from dreams perhaps heights
Unfeign on to the heights of wings of a eagle
I’m sorrow past distance and vision
Throttle as a wild best in matter why do it attain only to the hungry
Or do we pray onto the savage
No coherence for the living the things that seem to be the impeccable
Is that those we choice to follow?
In life lesson the eyes of most appeal why do they say a dog is a man best friend
Clouds of storms a bridge of a pastor before we see the storm
why do we take shelter?
Is it in till life interventions we learn of what timid hearts carve
From warm passion do?
Sometimes we have to lost what is grant to found our
Passion in till we go through this passage pattern of page unto the noted
Do we pass such a vision?
Or perhaps the way we view it is it crowd; Crowd jewels that of the receptor
Behalf unto the spirit but look unto the receptor a man I stand,
standing next to the gate
Should I pass through or pass back through?
Formal one escarole i have seen the garden I have seen the branch
On to the next one
Who is to ask the question why did i leave the passage?
Foundation of a youth my ledge had not became bronze
As they say years of development
Becomes of techniques is that a sign from the divine
As a lion fest an if an eagle was giving the feature of a human and
Perhaps it could Braille?
And if a dog scents is more than morality one intend would be kin for one vision
Unto a kingdom branch of a branch to sooth the soil of a plant
Do we see a throne to call home?
How are we so far along but like a Kleene star do we write our on heaven?
Steps taking stratus us alone
If the heaven is abroad and eyes are shattering how do a blind man
Found his way across the land?
Do we trust in mother earth signs and wonders is it the path or perhaps the origin
How do we recaptivate?
I say to think what we leave behind is that of the Architect a hymn of their spirit
I say if so let it reign let it reign when do one seek to understand the vision-