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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm writing on the first page. I love the concord and quiet at my age. The morning came from a genius mage. In my spirit, I am searching for the truth stage. To understand things to resist this upsurge. It is secured with the vibration of the exchange. Same as waves, the tide of altering ebbs and plunges. We were leaving a shadow on our losses in its presage. Our names have been engraved with a blade. On a narrow heirloom reality path, saved. Truth equals a breeze; who can capture the wind? Truth Initiates In the universe a zillion swords. And it's moving to the lasting proven falsehood. The truth used to beat down some attitude. Should I wear a mask, so I'd Be myself instead? We must stall injustice to have a strong hand. Such stances are here to remain. It is dim for all on Earth to be the same again. My humble and nervous spirit domain Truth is wind and a wave in the game. Finally, we'll reach it, the aspired gain. Will, we lap over weapons and shutter our fists pain. While we stall inequality, a stronghold we shall obtain. They stole our pants and threw us in a fence. You can feel their deceit and cut off the alliance. So if you accept a whiff of my tea, raise me an embrace. Let's prance out under the glow of the lunar instance. Fading is an awful practice. If we could sell the gold for a reasonable price. We will consider giving you some rice. Stripped down and starkly, how can we escape? Can eyes blindness be sanely an outstrip shape? Long time, we were taught our legacy to reshape. Vow granted, so it won't mind filling up the gape. A few issues alter the scope of rules that may scrape. Many issues remain to be in shape. I have never been bewildered the same as birds and apes. In two words, from nursery to the tomb. I'm afraid of life; I was forced out of my womb. What form of sin has Adam done? Or do you presume? We were all guilty of the murder and the doom. Yeah, yeah, Eve, How you're going to be lost in the gloom? Yet, without you, we couldn't have known the bloom. Abel, killed, how did Kabel manage to exhume? Uh, how am I going to say what I feel via verses? No one else on Earth has many of the same blunders. My soul is at all times drowsing with distress. And it's yet crying for the faster and dirtier it tastes. We're victims if we aim around it for a few seconds. Kabel killed and exhumed the moral right sides. How can I find a partner? To share sobs and bruises. I do envision my distant past, and I strive for chances. But if you deem the ends of your days, you must satisfy your duty. Yet you hear the despair that directs your aspirations to beauty. Out from cradle to the tomb, look for results hardly. Honor justice in others, and select that first and secondly. Avoid being a witness of corruption. Aim to yourself humbly. There is simply no such thing as ideal money. Before you assist with scabs, either wronged or fooled unlawfully It's how you live, not how long you live, Therefore, retain your life crucial strive. Avoid being handed over to deflect and bend to dive. Look at what you do, not to what you cannot evolve. Space, time, tears, and skies as it used to contrive. If your acts and values are in line, you believe. Loudness is the enemy of quality, and quiet is a mate. Complete and utter mute, kept by fear mute. For how long did you carry it in the dim pursuit. They raised the hammer to hit what they dispute. No, I'm not afraid, probably impute. Is this a fabulous place? Starting to fail in loot. They're searching for a ghost to reboot. When we possess zest, we cannot concede. We'd need to conceive it straight; no one will be arid. Years deepen but can't hold you back, greed. Cosmos has never bound up to false views around truth creed. Even if it is the day, we put a bin on everything sordid. The finer we are loyal to a goal, it leads to deeds. And win a skillful reputation for rectitude. When we have spirit, we should not lack fairness to succeed.
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